Tim: Alfred, I really want to move back home. I’m really bad at laundry.
Alfred: Oh, thank goodness, Master Timothy. I’m glad you know this about yourself. This shirt smells like death.
Tim: Alfred, I really want to move back home. I’m really bad at laundry.
Alfred: Oh, thank goodness, Master Timothy. I’m glad you know this about yourself. This shirt smells like death.
Red Robin: I thought you hated me?
Robin: Call it an intense dislike.
Red Robin: So why are you helping me?
Robin: I don’t know. -Tt-
When you’re “not worried” about your “not-brother”…
Jason: Alright, shithead, this is like the two hundredth time I’m calling and you not picking up! I’m starting to get f***ing criminal. Call me the f*** back, Tim! I’m worried about you. I love you. Call me back.
Tim: *shrugs* Sometimes brothers fight.
Conner: Why does Damian always treat you like the little brother?
En route to Tim’s university graduation…
Damian: Why should I have to sit and cheer for Drake? He never cheers for me.
Tim: Go, Short Stuff.
* Damian lunges at Tim and they fight. *
Bruce: Stop it. He’s your older brother.
Damian: No, he isn’t! I came from your sperm, he didn’t!
In which you both misunderstand your situation…
Tim: I really think the reason you and I always fight is that, since we were Robins, Bruce always played us off each other.
Jason: Bruce always said that was your fault.
Jason: Tim Drake’s not my brother.
Someone: Tim Drake? What, that scrawny idiot?
Jason: That’s my brother, you #&$*%!
Trying to convince Batdad that what he did to Tim was “out of love”…
Jason: *shrugs* Sometimes a good beating provokes personal growth.
After rescuing Red Robin from a solo mission gone awry…
Bruce: If I have to hear one more time that you did this for the family…
Tim: I did it for me. I liked it. I was good at it. And… I was really… I was alive.
When a cockroach gets inside your pajamas…
Tim: Do something! Do something!
Jason: *flicks a knife*
Tim: Not that! Not that!