Finding Nightwing and Red Robin in your safe house be like…
Dick: *rummaging through cabinets and drawers*
Jason: …
Jason: I gave you a pass-key for emergencies.
Tim: We were out of Doritos.
Finding Nightwing and Red Robin in your safe house be like…
Dick: *rummaging through cabinets and drawers*
Jason: …
Jason: I gave you a pass-key for emergencies.
Tim: We were out of Doritos.
Tim: *rushing into the room* Damian! Please tell me you didn’t tell Tam about what happened between Lynx and me.
Damian: *getting off the phone* I’m sorry. Was I not supposed to?
When comic book writers keep changing their minds…
Tim [about Dick and Barbara]: I thought tonight was your big anniversary dinner.
Dick: Yeah. There’s been a little change of plans. We’re breaking up instead.
Collateral damage on the job…
Dick: You broke a little girl’s leg?
Tim: I know. It was an accident. I feel horrible, okay?
Jason: *mockingly picks up a newspaper and reads it* Says here a Muppet got whacked on Sesame Street last night. Where exactly were you around ten-ish?
Tennis at the Manor…
Tim: Just admit it, Jason, you have no backhand.
Jason: Excuse me, Little-er Wing, I have a very solid backhand.
Tim: Shielding your face and shrieking like a girl is not a backhand.
Jason: I was shrieking… like a warrior.
So, Jay… You can face bullets and explosives head-on, but not tennis balls?
Hanging out at Red Hood’s ultra-pristine safe house be like…
Dick: *stretching out on the couch*
Tim: *tries to grab remote control*
Damian: *slaps Tim’s hand away*
Jason: *walks into room carrying a tray of chips and soda cans*
Jason: Feet. On. The. Floor. Or come over no more.
Feet: *on the floor in a second flat*
Batman [to Robin]: Face your fear. You have a fear of heights, you go to the top of the building. You’re afraid of bugs, get a bug.
Relax, Bruce. He’s, like, a kid.
“How to Get Your Nosy Girlfriend to Leave You Alone” by the Robins…
Dick: Pretend like you just woke up, okay? That will throw her off. Be sleepy.
Jason: And grumpy.
Tim: Stop naming dwarves!
Tim: I think that if you really like this girl, you should just trust her.
Dick: Thanks, Tim.
Jason: Or you could follow her and see where she goes.
Tim: Oh, that’s what I would do. Forget mine.
We expect nothing less from you boys. You are Batman’s sons after all.
Tim: Okay, well, Steph said “Hi, do I look fat today?” So I looked at her –
Dick: Whoa, whoa, whoa. You looked at her? You never look. You just answer. It’s like a reflex. Do I look fat? No! Is she prettier than I am? No! Does size matter? No!