When you’ve been slaving over a case for an entire week and are just so done and don’t need any more bullsh*t…

Tim: *stares at the number of missed calls from Damian on his phone*

Tim: *sighs*

Tim: The worst thing I thought I was going to be facing was working without Bruce, and then you called.

Why you never underestimate your sister’s sparring skills…

Tim [about Cass]: *spitting out a tooth and brushing debris off himself* I can’t believe we just got beat up by a girl.

Damian: *limping and cradling a broken arm* Let’s never speak of this again.

At the Kent Farm…

Bruce: *in a double-breasted suit*

Dick: *adjusts his bow tie*

Jason: *fumbles with his cufflinks*

Tim: *licks hand and flattens Damian’s hair*

Damian: *slaps Tim’s hand away*

Pa Kent and Ma Kent:

Clark: So, uh, you guys dress up for Thanksgiving?

Bruce: Doesn’t everybody?

Red Robin: *with a singed suit and half his cowl blown off, dragging half a Ducati motorcycle across the Batcave*

Alfred:

Red Robin: Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to my room and wallow in what is perhaps the most disappointing day of my crime-solving career.