When Jon introduces him to the animals on the Kent farm…

Damian: *snuggling to a sheep* He is so awesome. I already love him more than Drake.

I would like to see…

the Robins (Dick, Jason, Tim, and an older Damian) with a man bun and facial hair. Or maybe spectacles?

It just occured to me that any one of them could be walking down a street today and blend in so well that it’d just make me wonder, “Who’s that cute guy?”.

Doing everything to protect your secret identity be like…

Ra’s: You look kind of… young, Detective.

Red Robin: Uh, yeah… I have that disease that makes you look like an old man, but they gave me medicine for it and I took too much.

How to check if Damian actually cares (or how Jason ended up strapped to the giant Joker card in the Batcave)…

Damian: Where is Drake?

Jason: I’m sorry… Timmy never woke up.

Damian: What?!?!

Jason: Never woke up because he never passed out. He’s right over there.

Red Hood: *gets into the state-of-the-art vehicle Tim designed for him* Strap me in, nerd!

Red Robin: To me, “nerd” stands for “Not Even Remotely Dorky”. So, thank you. Thank you for the compliment.

Spying on a criminal from a rooftop be like…

Red Robin: Now all I have to do is think of a clever line before I catch this guy.

Red Robin: *pauses to think*

Red Robin: Oh, that’s a perfect one. But I don’t need to say it out loud ‘cause I’m by myself.

Imagine: Tim and Damian.

Jason: How many times must I say I’m sorry?

Tim: You haven’t said you’re sorry.

Jason: I know. I was hoping the number would be zero.

Damian: I can’t believe Todd ruined another family barbecue!

Jason: *offended* Hey! Everybody pees in the pool!

Tim: Not from the diving board!

Nightwing: *sees what Batman and Red Robin are up to* Tracking software? You’re spying on Damian!

Batman: Dick, keeping track of someone because you love them is not wrong. It shows you care.

[Scene cuts to Deathstroke on a nearby rooftop, listening in via a bugging device attached to the Batmobile]

Deathstroke: That’s right, my dear Dick Grayson. *sinister laugh* Soon, you’ll be mine.

[Scene cuts to two FBI agents in a surveillance truck]

FBI Agent #1: *observing Deathstroke via a spy camera* Keep talking, creepo.

FBI Agent #2: Every word buys you a year in the slammer.