When your older brother crashes at your Nest after patrol…
Tim: *typing up a report on a case at 3 AM*
Nightwing: *comes out of the bedroom* I can’t sleep.
Tim: *sighs* What do you want me to about it?
Nightwing: *yawns* Sometimes it helps if you tickle my back and tell me I’m pretty.
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Nightwing: *admiring his own reflection on the window* An old lady in a limo once told me that I could be a model.
Red Robin: *hacking into the mainframe* I know, Dick. I stopped you from getting into that limo.
When you’re not really fond of entertaining guests at your safe house (including brothers who come by unannounced after patrol)…
Nightwing: *climbs in through a window, stomach grumbling*
Nightwing *opens the refrigerator door*
Jason: *in his pajamas, turns on the kitchen light* This is a food-free household, and you need to lose a little weight, so this is really a win-win.
Damian: *walks away after insulting Jason*
Jason: He’s a mean kid.
Tim: So, what? You’re mean, too.
Jason: Yes, but not to you!
Tim: Yesterday you told me my head was too big for my neck.
Jason: That was… constructive criticism.
Tim: Well, what am I supposed to do about it, Jay?!
Jason: As a brother, my job is only to point things out.
Damian: *walks away after insulting Jason*
Jason: He’s a mean kid.
Tim: So, what? You’re mean, too.
Jason: Yes, but not to you!
Tim: Yesterday you told me my head was too big for my neck.
Jason: That was… constructive criticism.
Tim: Well, what am I supposed to do about it, Jay?!
Jason: As a brother, my job is only to point things out.
When you’re not really fond of entertaining guests at your safe house (including brothers who come by unannounced after patrol)…
Dick: *stomach grumbles*
Dick: *opens the refrigerator*
Jason: This is a food-free household, and you need to lose a little weight, so this is really a win-win.
Dick:
Bruce:
Dick: …
Bruce: *sighs*
Bruce: I know you’re going to want to talk because you are Dick Grayson.
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Yeah, that’s right, Batman. Surrender to your son’s feels.
Dick:
Bruce:
Dick:
Bruce: *sighs*
Bruce: I know you’re going to want to talk because you are Dick Grayson.
Yeah, that’s right, Batman. Surrender to your son’s feels.
Throwing a Titans party at the Manor while Batman’s away on a mission be like…
Jason: *enters through the front door, exhausted from patrol, and hangs his leather jacket on the coat rack*
Music: *blaring*
Lights: *strobing*
Dick: Oh, I’m so glad you made it! I’m running out of body parts to entertain people with!
Jason:
Jason: *confiscates Dick’s mojito and pours it on a potted plant*
Dick: *lectures Jason*
Jason: Oh, I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you over your loud shirt.