When your little brother’s just a little too attached to his pets…
Damian: *enters the Batcave carrying Alfred the Cat and pulling Batcow by a leash*
Damian: Can you take a cat and a cow to the theater?
Jason: Uhhh, no?
Tim: Of course not.
Damian: Okay. I just wanted them to hear it from somebody else.
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Post-traning session at the Manor…
Nightwing: *trying to catch his breath and wiping sweat off his face*
Red Hood: *examining his broken helmet while holding an ice pack against his temple*
Red Robin: *throwing his halved bo staff into the fireplace*
Nightwing [to Robin]: In everyone’s defense, I think the most worthy opponent of yours is… you.
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Well, since your sisters were out shopping during this whole ordeal, one cannot say that with absolute certainty.
Nerd v Nerd: Dawn of Dorkiness…
Superboy: *checking out gadgets* How much for your entire collection?
Toyman: Um, the Speed of Light expressed in dollars.
Red Robin [to Superboy]: Just give him Faraday’s Constant.
When your underage brother just wants to show you some support after you have yet another fight with your adoptive father…
Tim: So, um, do you want me to go to a bar with you and watch you drink?
Jason: No, no, that’s okay. It, uh, got a little weird last time.
After yet another lecture on his “immature behavior”…
Jason [to Bruce]: See how I’m not punching him? *gestures to Tim* I think I’ve grown.
Dick [to Tim]: I don’t believe it…. You’ve turned into Bruce!
Tim: Yeah? Well, sometimes Bruce’s right.
Jason: You take that back!
Tim: Hey, you can tear up the Batcave if you want – with Batman here – and explain it to him, or you can quit and slink away like the monosyllabic mouth-breathers you are.
Conner: What did he say?
Bart: He said a lot of things!
Jason [to Tim]: This is an official apology. I’m a horrible person and I’m sorry. What I did was horrible, even by our standards. And, let’s face it, we’ve set the bar very low.
When Nightwing’s away, the other Robins will play…
Jason: *holding a bound, gagged, and very bored-looking Damian upside down* Permission to drop the little twerp into a deep, dark hole, Sir?
Tim: Granted.
Damian: -Tt-
Bruce: What did you do with my son?
Jason: I’m your son.
Bruce: What did you do with my oth– you. You. … Yes, you are.
Jason: Are you okay…?
Bruce: You’re my son, Jason.
Jason: … Okay, you’re making me feel super weird, so.
Jason: …
Jason: I tossed Tim in a dumpster because he fell asleep. Grab him and get away, Kay?
Jason: Bye.
*Jason leaves*
Bruce: Jason is my son. He still thinks of himself as my son. *melts a little*
Re-reblogging.
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