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.

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.

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.