a-wayne-at-heart:

Damian: Drake.

Tim: Brat. The bet ends today. Are you ready?

Damian: I was born ready.

Tim: To lose? The whole question was, “Are you ready to lose?” and you said you were born that way.

Damian: Twist my words all you want.

Tim: Okay.

Damian: I’m winning this bet.

Jason: What bet? What’re you guys talking about?

Dick: Seriously? The bet? They’ve been keeping score all year. It comes up all the time. What are you doin’ all day?

Jason: Nothin’. Why, you wanna hang out?

Damian: Drake.

Tim: Brat. The bet ends today. Are you ready?

Damian: I was born ready.

Tim: To lose? The whole question was, “Are you ready to lose?” and you said you were born that way.

Damian: Twist my words all you want.

Tim: Okay.

Damian: I’m winning this bet.

Jason: What bet? What’re you guys talking about?

Dick: Seriously? The bet? They’ve been keeping score all year. It comes up all the time. What are you doin’ all day?

Jason: Nothin’. Why, you wanna hang out?

Alfred: Master Timothy, here are two pictures. One is your closet; the other is a garbage dump in Blüdhaven. Can you guess which is which?

Tim: *points at one* That one’s the dump?

Alfred: They’re both your closet.

Tim: *sheepishly* Gah, I should’ve guessed that. *to his brothers* He’s good!

Jason: Putting up a bunch of photos of smiling vigilantes isn’t going to change how people feel about us.

Dick: I think this campaign is very promising. Timmy, what’s your take?

Jason: Oh right, let’s hear an unbiased opinion from your straight up swimfan.

Jason: You should have seen us, Babs! Tim and I were amazing.

Barbara: I somersaulted through a window, cut the crown out of a briefcase, and replaced everything in under a minute.

Jason: Yeah, I guess you helped a little. But our fake argument was super convincing, and all of a sudden we had to make it longer, and we did!

Dick wearing his old “discowing” uniform…

Damian: Why are you dressed up? You look like an idiot.

Dick: But… but…

Tim: Yeah, what are you supposed to be, a sassy car mechanic?

Jason: No, come on, he’s clearly the rejected Pop-Tarts mascot, Hairy Pop-Tart.

Dick: I am not! You know who I am!

Bruce: Boys, that’s enough. You’re making Dick feel bad on purpose. He’s Elvis…

Dick: Not even close!

Bruce: … Elvis Stojko, the Canadian figure skater.

Dick: No!!!!

At Tim’s new safehouse, glass shards on the floor…

Tim: It was a sealed window on the fifth floor. You could have just gone in through the door with Dick!

Jason: Yeah, but then what would my catchphrase have been? “Knock, knock? Who’s there? Justice?”