incorrect-batfamily-quotes:

Wayne Manor, 3 AM…

Dick: *teary-eyed, sniffling, and sneezing*

Dick: *heads to the kitchen and pours himself a glass of milk*

Dick: *pauses when he hears swift, clicking sounds*

Dick: *thinks to himself, “WTF?!”, and grabs an escrima stick from a secret compartment behind the refrigerator*

Dick: *wipes his nose with the back of his hand and prepares to pounce on the silhouette by the breakfast table*

Dick: aaaaaAAAHHH –

Tim: *swivels around, dead-eyed and on his sixty-fourth cup of coffee*

Tim: I typed your symptoms on my laptop here. And it says you could have Network Connectivity Problems.


@prison-mikes-bandana, an updated version. Haha.

incorrect-batfamily-quotes:

Family Patrol Night…

Batman: I will go in and do this quietly.

Red Hood: Well, if that doesn’t work, we will come in to make some noise. *cocks guns*

Nightwing: *lights up escrima sticks*

Red Robin: *twirls bo staff*

Robin: *brandishes sword*


Bonus:

Superman: *hovers and winks*

When your older brother’s more protective than usual during patrol…

Red Robin: *shaking his head and smirking*

Red Hood: Mother Hen? Dude, I think we’re about the same age.

Red Robin: Sure, unless time is linear.

Red Hood: I’ll make your face linear!

Red Robin: *rolls his eyes* That doesn’t make any sense.

Red Hood: I’ll make your face make sense!

incorrect-batfamily-quotes:

Interventions at the Manor…

Alfred: *wearing a mask and carrying a vacuum cleaner*

Dick: *putting on gloves*

Jason: *filling a black garbage bag with piles of… What are these, Timbo?*

Damian: *pinching his nose and looking around in pure disgust*

Tim: I want to get rid of my stuff, but all my stuff is really good and I just can’t get rid of it.

Dick: It’s not and you have to.

Jason: Everything you own is trash.

Damian: You’re basically a hoarder, Drake.

Tim: *chugs a mug of coffee and stains his three-day-old shirt further*

Tim: Not true. Everything has meaning. Everything is connected to something else.

incorrect-batfamily-quotes:

Sneaking into your little brother’s room while he’s away on a mission with Superboy be like…

Tim: *examining the different types of blades splayed on Damian’s bed* 

Jason: *tiptoeing on the carpet and looking around the room* Maybe let’s not touch anything until we figure out if his stuff wants to kill us or not.