Batman: *runs after a parademon and into a boomtube*

Robin: *watches in horror as the boomtube closes*

The Flash:

Green Lantern:

The Flash: He left his kid here! He’s got to come back!

Green Lantern: Would you come back for that kid?

The Flash: He’s never coming back.


All kidding aside, we know how far Bruce would go to get Damian back.

Partying at the Manor while Batman’s away on an interplanetary Justice League mission be like…

Tim: *wiping vomit off his face*

Tim: I’m never gonna drink again.

Jason: Quitter.

Dick: Jason!

Jason: Oh, right. *slaps Tim on the back* Atta boy!

Mornings at the Manor…

Jason: *cooking*

Bruce: *reading the Gotham Gazette*

Dick: *balancing a pile of saucers on his index finger*

Tim: *fast asleep and drooling on the kitchen table*

Damian: *feeding Titus*

Alfred: *picks up the recipe book Jason’s using*

Alfred: “Cooking for Dummies”, Master Jason?

Jason: No offense, Timbo! I’m actually cooking for everybody.

“How to Get Kicked Out of the Safe House” by Roy Harper…

Roy: *approaches Jason’s bed at 2 AM*

Jason: You’re wearing pajama bottoms, right?

Roy: Shh…

Jason: Exactly how drunk are you?!

Roy: *spoons Jason*

Roy: Both questions asked and answered.

A rebellious Robin? Tip of Batman’s fatherhood iceberg…

Bruce: *finishing up his “lecture”*

Damian: -Tt- Whateve.

Bruce: “Whateve”? Are you now so lazy that you can’t even be bothered to finish words?

Damian: What’s your prob? Won’t you be happy if I just make it into eighth grade? I mean, isn’t that the whole point of seventh?

Bruce: No, that is not the whole point of seventh. And, yes, I’d be thrilled if you’re not left back.

Damian: So, relax. It’s all good.

Bruce: Hn. Don’t you mean it’s all “goo”?

When you realize that your brother is in need of some serious help…

Jason: *reading from a self-help book that Harley Quinn gave him*

Jason: “You’re angry and resentful. But what you need to understand is that resentment is the mortar that holds the bricks of loneliness together in a wall of alienation and despair”. Chapter 3, “Knocking Down the Wall”.

Tim: Bite me. That’s Chapter 1 in my forthcoming book entitled, “Bite Me”. Chapter 2 is called “Kiss My Pale White Ass”.

Tim: *drinks his seventh espresso shot*

Telling a shrink about your recurring dreams during your stint at Arkham Asylum be like…

Harley: This man ya keep seein’ is a father figure.

Jason: “A father figure”? I said he’s warm, nurturing, and supportive. The words “toxic Bat-douche” did not pass my lips.