Damian: Father, Drake’s making faces at me.
Tim: It’s a nervous twitch, and I’m a little sensitive about it, if you don’t mind.
Damian: Father, Drake’s making faces at me.
Tim: It’s a nervous twitch, and I’m a little sensitive about it, if you don’t mind.
When your billionaire father’s also a vigilante who doesn’t have time to ponder how much gifts for teenagers cost…
Tim: Bruce, um, can I have some money to buy Damian a birthday present?
Bruce: Here you go.
Tim: *counts the money* Bruce, this is $110!
Bruce: Oh, sorry. *hands him the whole wallet*
Tim: Jason! I had a bad dream. Can I sleep on your bed?
Jason: No!
Tim: I’ll give you a remote-controlled birdarang.
Jason: Climb aboard.
How to “borrow” your brother’s stuff…
Tim: Jason, where’s my radiation suit?
Jason: *placing duct tape over the Red Robin logo of the suit he’s wearing* How the heck should I know?
Trying to juggle student/vigilante life be like…
Teacher: Timothy Drake, you’re late. Go fill out a tardy slip.
Tim: But I’m only five… *looks at clock* ten, twenty… forty minutes? That’s pretty damn late!
Tim [to Titus]: You ate my homework? I didn’t know dogs really did that.
Tim: *cleaning his Ducati*
Damian: *footsteps*
Bruce: *without turning away from the Batcomputer* Damian, don’t use the Touch of Death on your brother.
When your father decides that it’s time for you to be a responsible adult vigilante and earn money for your own “toys”…
Batman: So maybe a part-time job is the answer.
Red Hood: Aw, Bruce, I couldn’t ask you to do that. You’re already running Wayne Enterprises, and Damian is such a handful –
Red Robin: He means you should get a job, stupid.
Bruce, on his deathbed: Goodbye, Dick. Stay as sweet as you are. Goodbye, Tim. I know you’ll make me proud. Goodbye, Jason… I like your jacket.

Tim Drake, everybody.