Tag: tim drake

Taking turns “babysitting” Robin in your respective safe houses while Batman is away on an interplanetary mission be like…

Red Hood [to Nightwing and Red Robin]: This house, not equipped for kids, alright? I eat cereal out of wine glasses.

Evenings in the Batcave…

Batman: *typing on the Batcomputer*

Red Robin: *tuning up the Redbird*

Batman: Fart.

Red Robin:

Red Robin: Uh…

Red Robin: Did you say “fart”?

Batman: Yes. That’s me being rather silly.

And, to this day, no one believes Tim.

Mornings at the Manor…

Bruce: *picks up the Gotham Gazette*

Dick: *doing pull-ups using the kitchen chandelier*

Alfred: *tugs at Dick’s feet to get him off the chandelier*

Tim: *typing furiously on his laptop, eyes narrowed with concentration*

Jason: *pours a fifth shot of espresso into Tim’s mug*

Damian: *picks bacon off Jason’s plate and feeds it to Alfred the Cat*

Bruce: *puts down the newspaper, buries his face in a hand and shakes his head*

Bruce: Just one question, boys. Do you get pleasure out of humiliating your family?

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I’d say stick to the Business Section, Bruce, but I guess it’s kind of hard to avoid the headlines, huh?

Mornings at the Manor…

Bruce: Good morning, everyone!

Alfred:

Dick:

Jason:

Tim:

Damian:

Bruce: *sits down on the kitchen table, pours himself a cup of coffee, and picks up the Gotham Gazette*

Jason [to Tim]: *whispering* Ah, crap. He’s in love again.

Because a cheerful Bruce is a suspicious Bruce. (And that might have something to do with a certain, um, Cat.)

“Death of the Family” be like…

Nightwing: Wait a minute… Jay, are you clapping?

Red Hood: Yeah.

Red Robin: So, your hands are free?

Red Hood: Yeah.

Robin: Joker didn’t tie up your hands?

Red Hood: *shrugs* No. He must’ve forgotten.

Batgirl: Do you realize that we’ve been sitting here for 14 hours?

Red Hood: Well, get pissy if you want, guys! But I’ve enjoyed the time we’ve spent as a family. *sulks*

Mornings at the Manor…

Alfred: *decorating pancakes with whipped butter and blueberries*

Dick: *eating cereal while doing a one-armed handstand*

Jason: *throwing bacon bits at Dick’s face*

Tim: *enters the kitchen*

Damian: What’s that smell? *sniffs the room*

Everyone else: *stops to sniff* 

Damian: Smells like sweat and anger and shame.

Tim: *with dark rings under his eyes*

Tim: *pours coffee onto the wrong end of his mug*

Tim: *sighs* Yep.

When you have no time for your brother’s nonsense…

Jason: *reading the Gotham Gazette* A local family just got forced out of their own home by ghosts. Who’re they gonna call?

Tim: *pauses from typing on the Batcomputer after working on a case for five hours straight*

Tim: *sighs* The Ghostbusters, Jay?

Jason: No, Tim, their insurance company! That’s just stupid, what you said.

Yeah, Tim. Jason’s got no time for your nonsense right now.