Damian: *building a LEGO Death Star*
Damian: -Tt-
Damian: *yelling* Drake! I need your help!
Tim: Your room? You’re letting me go into your room?!
Damian: *building a LEGO Death Star*
Damian: -Tt-
Damian: *yelling* Drake! I need your help!
Tim: Your room? You’re letting me go into your room?!
The moment Ra’s realized that it was more prudent to just release Red Robin…
Red Hood: Where’s Tim?
Ra’s: Don’t worry about the young Detective.
Red Hood: Oh, I’m sorry, have you met me?
See, you don’t get to hold a Batbrother captive then live in peace…
(Also, you’ve met him. Come on, still think it’s worth the trouble?)
Tim: Dick’s been looking for you all morning.
Jason: What does he want?
Tim: I don’t know, but he’s dressed strangely.
Jason: Really? How can you tell?
Robin: *walks into the Batcave*
Red Hood: Hey, Bruce, is it Bring-Your-Brat-to-Work Day?
Red Robin: Yeah, one of those things wandered in here.
Jason: Sorry for calling you a dumb, little runt earlier.
Tim: You didn’t actually say that…
Jason: No? Wow. I’m in this mode now where I’m apologizing for thoughts that are in my head.
Dick and Jason: *watching wide-eyed as Damian argues with Bruce*
Tim: *deadpan* So, he’s added cussing and hurling things to his repertoire. He really is a child prodigy.
Damian: *gagged and strapped to the dinosaur’s leg in the Batcave*
Dick: Guys. Cut him down from there.
Jason: *looks to Tim for approval*
Tim: The kid’s a pain in the butt!
Dick: *sighs* Yeah, but he’s our pain in the butt. So, cut him down before Bruce gets back.
When you’re in the middle of a mission but petty (and near-violent) arguments get in the way of accomplishing it…
Nightwing: *sits Red Robin and Robin down* I think it’s time for the two of you to bury the hatchet.
Red Robin: Waste of a good hatchet.
Robin: -Tt-
Intimidating Black Mask’s henchman…
*cut scenes of each of Red Hood’s weapons all over his body as he puts his clothes back on*
Henchman: *whimpers*
Red Robin: I think he gets it.
Red Hood: Just film the confessions, Red, don’t editorialize!
Red Hood: *to henchman* Do you get it?
Henchman: Yes! Please!
Red Hood: Because I swear to Batman, I will strip back down and show you all over again –
Henchman: No, I get it, I get it! You have a lotta guns –
Red Hood: And a knife, which I am going to push *mock demo* very slowly into your urethra –
Red Robin: *groans in secondhand embarrassment* Ew.
When you find out that one of the most dangerous criminal masterminds in the world has set up headquarters in Gotham City…
Red Robin: What should we do?
Nightwing: Stay away.
Red Hood:
Red Robin:
Robin:
Nightwing: … Or, if we’re stupid, we go there and set up surveillance.
Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin and Robin: *immediately jump out of their seats and start grabbing their gear*
Me: *yells as they race out of the Batcave in their respective vehicles* Take care, boys! I’ll try to calm your father down when he gets back from the Watchtower!