Roy: Is this lifestyle actually making you happy?
Jason: Let me answer that question with another question: Who would you rather be, you or me?
Roy: You’re kidding, right? You have two black eyes, and you’re perched on a scrotum cozy…
Roy: You.
Roy: Is this lifestyle actually making you happy?
Jason: Let me answer that question with another question: Who would you rather be, you or me?
Roy: You’re kidding, right? You have two black eyes, and you’re perched on a scrotum cozy…
Roy: You.
Arsenal: Uh-oh. We’ve got a real problem here.
Red Hood: What do you mean “we”?
Red Hood: *walks away*
Rescuing your little brother be like…
Red Hood: *lock-picks a chain binding Damian, who’s hanging upside down and is slowly being lowered into a pool of piranhas*
Red Hood: Just remember that I’m doing you a favor, kid.
Robin: -Tt-
Red Hood: Don’t forget it in a few years when I ask you to change my diapers.
Robin: Okay, Todd! Wait, what?
Trying to make up for lost father-and-son time be like…
Damian: Do you really want to do something with me, Father?
Bruce: Yes, Son.
Damian: How about if you drive me to the mall, so I can see a movie with the Teen Titans, and then pick me up when we’re done?
Looks like he’s still bitter about that birthday you missed, Bats.
Lois: Smallville? I thought you were in Gotham City.
Superman: I was asked to leave.
He works alone, Clark. You know this.
And the “Big Brother of the Year” Award goes to…
Dick: *baking cookies (Alfred’s recipe)*
Jason: *playing with Titus*
Damian: *arrives from Gotham High*
Damian: *slams his suitcase on the kitchen island*
Dick: …
Jason: …
Damian: *takes a seat on a stool, buries his face in his hands, and groans*
Dick: Soooo… How’s school?
Damian: *muffled* Okay.
Dick: Anything noteworthy happen?
Damian: *muffled* No.
Jason: *throws his hands up in the air* I thought you said he got dumped!
Dick: *through gritted teeth* I was easing into it.
Jason: Oh. Okay, go ahead.
It’s a tie!
When you find out that your brother’s developed a crush…
Jason: *shrugs* She is kind of cute.
Dick: Why don’t you go talk to her?
Jason: I don’t know what to say.
Dick: That’s never stopped you from runnin’ your mouth before.
Batman: Roy, I need you to do me a favor.
Arsenal: Anything for you, Mr. Wayne, sir. Name it.
Batman: Stay away from Jason.
Arsenal: Name something else.
When your 12-year-old vigilante son asks for his own Batmobile…
Batman: Stop going through puberty and we’ll talk about it.
Robin: Stop being so cheap and we’ll talk about it!
Batman: Alfred, I don’t pay you to mock me.
Alfred: Master Bruce, you’d have to pay me not to.