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Family Patrol Night…

Red Robin: *disarming the security system at a criminal compound* Uhhh, what do I have to do for you?

Red Hood [on the Comm Link]: *taking down a group of henchmen* Just promise to be sad at my (second) funeral.

Red Robin: *hacking into the control tower mainframe* Do I have to cry?

Red Hood: *activating the timer on an explosive device attached to a chain link fence* No.

Red Robin: *downloading top secret evidence onto a hard drive* Will there be food?

Red Hood: *running away from the site* Yes.

Red Robin: *reclining on the computer chair as he waits for said download to finish* Can I bring a date?

Red Hood: *BOOM*

Red Hood: *static*

Red Hood: *panting* You’re just screwing with me now, right?

Red Robin: *grinning* How does it feel?

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Warehouse: *explodes*

Red Robin: *watches as debris slowly fall into the Gotham Harbor*

Red Hood: *looks at Tim questioningly*

Red Robin: Bruce’s not going to say anything because we’re not going to tell him.

Red Hood: We’re not?

Red Robin: No, we’re not.

Red Hood: Alright. I like that.

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Because Tim would totally propose this and Jason would totally agree.

incorrect-batfamily-quotes:

Preparing for Family Patrol Night…

Robin: *adjusting Goliath’s leash* What, Todd, for the first time ever, doesn’t want to do this?

Nightwing: *stuffing cereal packets into strategic places in his suit* No, no, he does. It’s just that he’s been so mopey.

Red Robin: *checking the coordinates of a supervillain’s lair on the Batcomputer* Well, that could have something to do with the fact that today’s his death anniversary.

Nightwing: I don’t know what it is.

Red Robin: I think that’s what it is.

Robin: -Tt- Who knows with him?

Red Robin: *looks into the camera like he’s on “The Office”*

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Paintball war at the Manor…

Dick: *whispering* Why did the Resurrected Robins stop firing?

Tim: *listening to every sound* I don’t know… They’re probably out of ammo.

Jason: *yelling from a makeshift fort in Damian’s room* Hey, Fake-Dead Robins, we are giving you a chance to surrender!

Dick: *aims his paintball marker at the draped Batman bedsheet* Yeah, they’re definitely out of ammo.

Jason: *reloading*

Tim: *yelling from behind a grandfather clock* Real guns don’t count, dude!

Damian:

Dick: *yelling from beside Tim* Neither do blades, Little D, sorry!

Damian: *putting his katana back in his closet* -Tt-

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Jay’s got ammo, alright. @jasontoddbestafterdeath