Red Robin: If you can’t beat ‘em, drone ’em.
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Too soon?
Red Robin: If you can’t beat ‘em, drone ’em.
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Too soon?
When your detective of a father asks you and your brothers what happened to the Batmobile…
Bruce [to Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian]: *narrows eyes*
Bruce: Usually, when everything’s normal, people don’t respond in perfectly rehearsed unison.
Bruce: You know, I raised four fully functional sons.
Alfred: You have four sons that I don’t know about?
Jason: Are you a nerd?
Tim: No. Why would you ask me that?
Jason: It’s Friday night and you’re doing homework.
Leave him alone, Jay.
Tim: Stress is all a part of being a superhero. If you’re not throwing up in your mouth, you’re not doing it right.
Tim: You have dumb ideas!
Conner: Name one…
Conner: … that went on for a while.
Tim [about Damian]: Okay, so after a quick scan of his Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, Pinterest and Instagram, this is what I know –
Jason: Privacy is dead?
Why certain family celebrations are avoided at Wayne Manor…
* upside-down, blurry images of a four-foot-something-tall adolescent boy pouncing on a scrawny teenage guy; a muffled mixture of screaming and hooting sounds in the background; a gruff voice angrily yelling, “Enough!” *
Duke: *tries to hold the camera steady*
Duke: Aaaaand the birthday video becomes a nature film.
When asked what Jason’s boots smelled like after patrol…
Tim: It smells like puke married poop and they had the ceremony in my nose.
Why Batman sometimes dreads going on out-of-town Justice League missions (or, you know, dying)…
Bruce [to Alfred]: I take my eye off the ball for one minute and I’ve got one kid in a coma, one with a black eye, and one running a crime ring!