When roughhousing at the Manor becomes a little too rough…
Jason [about Tim]: Oh no, he’s hurt!
Damian: Bad!
Jason and Damian: …
Jason: Let’s get out of here!
When roughhousing at the Manor becomes a little too rough…
Jason [about Tim]: Oh no, he’s hurt!
Damian: Bad!
Jason and Damian: …
Jason: Let’s get out of here!
A Robin, the first time he goes on patrol with the Batman: I don’t know why I did it, I don’t know why I enjoyed it, and I don’t know why I’ll do it again!
Batman: Look, son, all I’m asking is that you’ll try.
Robin: *shrugs* Okay, I’ll try.
Batman: *grabs Robin by the lapels* Anybody can try! I want you to win!
When anything happens…
Member of the Batfamily: Why do I get the feeling that someday I’ll be describing this to a psychiatrist?
Jason: Timmy, having never received any words of encouragement myself, I’m not sure how they’re supposed to sound. But here goes: I believe in you.
Alfred: *rolls his eyes to the moon and back*
Dick: I only got five hours of sleep last night.
Jason: Ha, I only got three.
Tim: I didn’t sleep at ALL.
Bruce: *stumbles into the kitchen, wearing a ripped pair of sweatpants*
Bruce: *pours coffee into the wrong end of the mug*
Bruce: what day is it
Why Batman disdains out-of-town supervillain lairs (or taking his sons with him all at once)…
Nightwing: Turkey farm?
Red Hood: No.
Red Robin: Skunks?
Red Hood: No.
Robin: Slaughterhouse?
Red Hood: No.
Catwoman: What are you boys doing back there?
Red Robin: We’re playing “What’s That Odor?”.
Robin: Father’s feet?
Batman: Hn. Damian.
Red Hood: You win, Dami.
Batman: Jason.
Nightwing: Are we there yet, Bruce?
Batman: I’ll tell you when we get there. Go back to your smell game.
Dick: Okay, our main force will be split into two groups. *draws a diagram in the sand*
Dick: One will circle around this way to cut off the enemy’s retreat…
Barbara and Jason: *nod*
Dick: The other will drive in this way, closing the trap.
Tim and Cass: *thumbs up*
Dick: It’s a classic pincer movement.
All: *look to where Damian’s standing in the middle of the playground*
Dick: It can’t fail against a ten-year-old.
Damian: *watching Conner and Jon play catch in midair* I want a brother.
Jason: You can have mine *gestures to Tim*, but he’s kind of an idiot.
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Dami, three not enough for you?
When you find out that your little brother and your girlfriend have been hanging out at the Manor…
Tim [to Damian]: She likes you enough to make me irrationally jealous!