Tag: tim drake

When both your curious brother’s hands go out of commission after opening your “top secret” container…

Red Hood: How ya doin, buddy? Because dry ice is something crazy, like, negative a hundred degrees…

Red Robin: I need you to not talk to me.

Red Hood: I know, and I know you’re in a lot of pain, so just try to relax…

Red Robin: Why are you still talk- Ow!

Red Hood: *pulls out syringe from Tim’s thigh* And say hi to Sister Morphine.

Red Robin: Morphine?! Dammit, I don’t… need… That actually feels waaaay better.

Red Hood: Yeah?

Red Robin: Yeahhhh…

Red Hood: Good, then get up. You’re sitting on the beer.

When the mission gone awry and Red Robin’s going into anaphylactic shock.

Robin: Tapes! We have to find and destroy the tapes! There must be some sort of recording device somewhere and –

Robin: Why are you still standing there? Go!

Nightwing: But what about Tim??

Robin: I’ll buy you a new one!

a-wayne-at-heart:

Upon receiving intel that Jason’s being targeted by a hit squad…

Tim: This Gothamite hit squad is no joke. So if I were you, I’d lay low in the safehouse for a few days, until we work out a plan to neutralize them.

Jason: Ohhh! Yeah, okay! The safehouse!

Tim: I’m sorry, your words made sense, but your sarcastic tone did not.

Jason: Because there are no Gothamites. Bruce just wants me out of the way so he can… do unspeakable things with Selina! So nice try, idiot!

Tim: I love it that I’m the idiot.

Upon receiving intel that Jason’s being targeted by a hit squad…

Red Robin: This Gothamite hit squad is no joke. So if I were you, I’d lay low in the safe house for a few days until we work out a plan to neutralize them.

Red Hood: Ohhh! Yeah, okay! The safe house!

Red Robin: I’m sorry, your words made sense, but your sarcastic tone did not.

Red Hood: Because there are no Gothamites. Bruce just wants me out of the way so he can… do unspeakable things with Selina! So nice try, idiot!

Red Robin: I love that I’m the idiot.

Jason: I am the target.

Jason: I am the target.

Tim: Ugh!

*zooms out to Jason zeroing in on a dart board, while everyone else becomes impatient waiting*

Damian: Then go already! Bag with which one douches!

Jason: I’m sorry, what’s that?

Tim: Miss it.

Jason: I can’t hear you –

Jason: *bull’s eye shot*

Dick: Alright!

Jason: – over the sound –

Jason: *bull’s eye shot*

Tim: Come on!

Dick: Really?

Jason: – of my deafening awesomeness!

Jason: *bull’s eye shot*

Everybody else: *groans*

a-wayne-at-heart:

Sorting stacks of old case files at the Batcave…

Dick: You know I think we’re making some real progress.

Tim: Where, in opposite world? We’re never gonna finish all this!

Damian: We could if certain people would help. -Tt-

Jason: *standing behind stacks of cardboard boxes* I’m sorry, are you addressing me? Because your authority is not recognized in Fort Kickass.

Sorting stacks of old case files at the Batcave…

Dick: You know I think we’re making some real progress.

Tim: Where, in opposite world? We’re never gonna finish all this!

Damian: We could if certain people would help. -Tt-

Jason: *standing behind stacks of cardboard boxes* I’m sorry, are you addressing me? Because your authority is not recognized in Fort Kickass.

Infiltrating a top secret government facility…

Red Robin: What’s taking so long?!

Red Hood: Couple things. One, I didn’t invent whatever this door’s made of, which is apparently some alloy of adamantium and mithril. And two, not really liking your tone!

Investigating missing Wayne Tech money (that Jason was accused of spending)…

Dick: Yep, see here? Jack from HR just stole 50,000 from Jason’s acount. Must have been doing it all along.

Jason: Apology accepted. Ass douche.

Dick: Hey!

Jason: What?

Damian: *points a katana at Jason* Call him that again.

Jason: Make me!

Tim: What?

Jason: What? Bruce, do you see this? This is a hostile work environment!