When your brother tells you that, he’s sorry, but he can’t go on patrol with you tonight…

Red Robin [to Red Hood, on the Comm Link]: You’ve been kicked, bit, scratched, stabbed, possessed, killed. And you sprain your freakin’ elbow?

In my mind, Dick, Jason, and Tim try to give Damian a second chance at childhood even though they didn’t necessarily have great ones themselves.

Reading him bedtime stories. Attending his tea parties with his pets. Teaching him the basics of sports. Even the occasional noogies and wedgies.

They’re trying to pay forward some of the things that Bruce has done for them while they were growing up because Bruce isn’t a perfect father and still struggles to be one for Damian, too.

When your little brother’s just a little too attached to his pets…

Damian: *enters the Batcave carrying Alfred the Cat and pulling Batcow by a leash*

Damian: Can you take a cat and a cow to the theater? 

Jason: Uhhh, no?

Tim: Of course not.

Damian: Okay. I just wanted them to hear it from somebody else.