When your brothers want to take you on a camping trip but you’d much rather stay in Gotham City to work on a case…

Dick: *deciding on which bug sprays and skin care products to bring*

Jason: *loading tents, duffel bags, and sleeping bags into the SUV*

Damian: *asking Alfred to pack some pet food just in case they encounter some animals*

Duke: *taking pre-trip photos and videos*

Tim [on Duke’s Snaptchat]: *pale from sleep deprivation and possibly dehydrated from too much caffeine* I don’t understand why you guys can’t go without me and just Photoshop me in. 


Like Batman, like middle child.

Things Batman has no time for…

Tim: Bruce, he threw the remote at my head last night!

Damian: “Threw” is strong. I tossed it.

Bruce: *pauses from typing on the Batcomputer*

Bruce: *buries his face in his hands and groans*   

Mornings at the Manor…

Tim: *typing away on his laptop, working on a case* 

Jason: *enters the kitchen, sweaty from his morning jog*

Tim: You got a delivery while you were out. I signed for it, so I hope it’s nothing illegal.

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.