Batman: The Twilight Years…
Bruce: *on his deathbed* Dick. What a surprise.
Dick: Really? Were you expecting somebody else? Maybe, uh, one of your other sons?
Bruce: Oh, Jason, Tim, and Damian never visit.
Batman: The Twilight Years…
Bruce: *on his deathbed* Dick. What a surprise.
Dick: Really? Were you expecting somebody else? Maybe, uh, one of your other sons?
Bruce: Oh, Jason, Tim, and Damian never visit.
Red Hood [on the Comm Link]: I’m going to speak very carefully in case he’s with you.
Red Robin: You’re right.
Red Hood: Right about what? He’s there? What’s going on? Who’s with you? If it’s Bruce, say “nobody”.
Red Robin: Nobody.
Red Hood: Well, now I don’t know what’s going on!
Bruce [to the Press]: I can assure you that my family is back on track and no longer in any trouble.
Lucius: *whispering* Not according to today’s paper.
Bruce: *tightens his grip on the podium* Hrrn. What have we done this time?
I mean, did Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin, and Robin have anything to do with five million-worth of property damage last night fighting off criminals in Gotham City? Nah.
Tim [about Bruce]: He’s our dad. I don’t want to disappoint him.
Jason: You and I are so different. It’s like we’re not even related.
Finding out that their teenaged brother tried smoking a cigarette…
Dick [about Tim]: He’s lying to me! Can you believe that? Where is this family’s morality?
Jason: I don’t know.
Jason: *a puff of smoke suddenly escapes his mouth*
Dick: What’s that?
Jason: It’s cold out here.
Jason: Tim, the accident only happened because I was trying to scare you. Maybe even hurt you.
Tim: That doesn’t sound like you. It sounds like Damian.
Flirting with Red Robin…
Steph: *wearing a sexy new Spoiler uniform* Do you like my outfit?
Tim: Not as much as I like what’s underneath it.
Steph: *blushing* Tim!
Tim: No, I need your chair. Get up.
Dick [to Jason, Tim, and Damian]: Family. Nothing else matters.
Bruce: Dick?
Dick: It’s Bruce. Hide!
Entering Robin’s room be like…
Jason: *whispering* It’s quiet.
Tim: *hissing* Of course it’s quiet. It’s a trap.
Damian: *a pair of narrowed eyes in the shadows*
Red Robin: On a scale of 1 to 10, how much am I going to hate this little plan of yours?
Red Hood: About an 85.
Red Robin: Oh, good.
DC, please give them their own series together.