Damian: You seem troubled.
Tim: *takes a sip of coffee and stares out the window*
Damian: Of course, that’s a primary aspect of your personality, so I usually ignore it. *moves two seats away*
Little D, that’s not how you – Never mind.
Damian: You seem troubled.
Tim: *takes a sip of coffee and stares out the window*
Damian: Of course, that’s a primary aspect of your personality, so I usually ignore it. *moves two seats away*
Little D, that’s not how you – Never mind.
When you ask Batman how to contact Wonder Woman…
Bruce: I’ll text you her number. I like texting. Emoticons.
Dick:
Tim:
Damian:
Jason: What the f –
So why do you keep making Jim use the Batsignal?
When you ask Batman how to contact Wonder Woman…
Bruce: I’ll text you her number. I like texting. Emoticons.
Dick:
Tim:
Damian:
Jason: What the f –
~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~
So why do you keep making Jim use the Batsignal?
When you’re hacking into the mainframe computer of a supervillain who’s about to broadcast every superhero’s secret identity to the world…
Red Hood: We’ll just kill the Internet. Can we do that?
Red Robin: *does the slowest, most dramatic eye roll in the world*
In which Dean is Jason, and Jason is Dean, if you know what I mean.
Family Patrol Night…
Robin: *takes his vibrating phone out of his pocket*
Robin: *frowns and puts it back* -Tt-
Red Robin:
Nightwing:
Robin: *takes his vibrating phone out of his pocket again*
Robin: Grrrr. *puts it on Silent Mode*
Nightwing: … ?
Red Robin: *gestures to Red Hood* He just learned how to “poke” on Facebook.
Sneaking into your little brother’s room while he’s away on a mission with Superboy be like…
Tim: *examining the different types of blades splayed on Damian’s bed*
Jason: *tiptoeing on the carpet and looking around the room* Maybe let’s not touch anything until we figure out if his stuff wants to kill us or not.
Red Hood: *stops trying to pick the lock on his handcuffs when he realizes that doing so only causes them to tighten even further*
Red Hood: Huh. Smart.
Red Robin: Dude, don’t compliment the bad guys.
Sending your brother the coordinates to a criminal mastermind’s lair be like…
Red Robin [on the Comm Link]: You got this. You come back.
Red Hood: Promise.
Red Robin: Asswipe.
Red Hood: Jerk.
Tim: I’m not moping.
Jason: You got up at, like, 4 PM.
Which is actually a good thing. Timmy could use the sleep.
Sparring sessions at Wayne Manor…
Jason: *coming out of the training room and cradling a broken arm* I can’t believe we just got beat up by a girl.
Tim: *following soon after and massaging his sore jaw* Let’s never speak of this again.
Cass: *grinning from ear to ear*