Damian: *guarding the door at Red Robin’s Nest*

Tim: *on a gurney*

Jason: *knocks*

Damian: *opens the door* Todd, this really isn’t the best time. Drake is pretty sick.

Jason: Oh, no. Poor Timbo. Is Damian taking good care of you?

Tim: Not really.

Jason: Would you like me to take care of you?

Tim: Not really.


Where’re Alfred and Dick when you need ‘em?

Jason: *picks up a piece of paper by the phone*

Jason: Timbo, what’s this? A phone message?

Tim: Yeah. Some dude called for you.

Jason: Who? I can’t read your handwriting.

Tim: *reads the message out loud* “You’re a big, selfish jerk.”

Jason: Okay, I know who it is.

Tim: Probably Roy.

Jason: Yup, Roy.

Mornings at the Manor…

Jason: *pops open a can of beer*

Damian: If drinking makes you feel bad, why do you drink, Todd?

Jason: Nobody likes a smart ass, kid.

Damian: You have to put a dollar in the swear jar. You said “ass”.

Jason: Tell you what. Here’s a twenty. That ought to cover me until lunch.

When “I’m telling Batman” is the sweetest revenge for all the noogies and wedgies…

Red Hood: So, you’re gonna throw me under the bus?

Red Robin: I’m gonna throw you so hard, I’ll probably win a stuffed animal.