Why Batman disdains out-of-town supervillain lairs (or taking his sons with him all at once)…

Nightwing: Turkey farm?

Red Hood: No.

Red Robin: Skunks?

Red Hood: No.

Robin: Slaughterhouse?

Red Hood: No.

Catwoman: What are you boys doing back there?

Red Robin: We’re playing “What’s That Odor?”.

Robin: Father’s feet?

Batman: Hn. Damian.

Red Hood: You win, Dami.

Batman: Jason.

Nightwing: Are we there yet, Bruce?

Batman: I’ll tell you when we get there. Go back to your smell game.

Dick: Okay, our main force will be split into two groups. *draws a diagram in the sand*

Dick: One will circle around this way to cut off the enemy’s retreat…

Barbara and Jason: *nod*

Dick: The other will drive in this way, closing the trap.

Tim and Cass: *thumbs up*

Dick: It’s a classic pincer movement.

All: *look to where Damian’s standing in the middle of the playground*

Dick: It can’t fail against a ten-year-old.