Tim: What exactly are you doing?
Damian: I’m stretching. Getting limber.
Tim: Why are you doing that?
Damian: So I won’t pull a muscle when I break your bones.
Dami, sweetie, that’s not nice.
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Damian: Are you done feeling sorry for yourself?
Tim: Personally, I’d like another ten to fifteen minutes of really pathetic self-indulgence.
Damian: -Tt-
It was rhetorical, Timmy.
When your little brother reconfigures the newly installed, magnetic, handprint-activated steel doors at the Manor…
Jason: *trapped between the door and the wall*
Jason: Damian? Open the door, little buddy.
Tim: Open it, Damian.
Damian: -Tt-
Damian: *opens the outer door*
Jason: Okay. Nice, kid. Now, coud you open the one that’s currently chopping me in half?
Things you’d expect by now given the Robins’ lifestyle…
Red Robin: *cradling a bleeding foot*
Nightwing: You’re gonna be okay, Tim. A lot of people get by with nine toes.
Red Hood: I’m getting by fine with eight.
Ground: *tremors*
Red Hood: Did you feel that?
Red Robin: I haven’t felt anything in years.
In which Jason immediately lays down his guns and gives Tim a hug…
Red Robin:
Red Hood: Nothing?
Red Robin: Nothing.
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-
Red Hood: We are up against the best security in the world.
Red Robin: Our own.
Will you two stop trying to break into your little brother’s room at the Manor?
Nightwing: Um…
Red Robin: …
Robin: …
Nightwing: I don’t know how to say this exactly, but please don’t kill each other.
This has been a daily reminder from your friendly neighborhood older brother.
Damian: Because I value our familial association, Drake, I need to be frank with you. We are in a fight.
He’s… improving.
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