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Alfred, sees Tim wounded: Oh, you poor thing.
Tim, high on sedatives: Don't bring my financial status into this.
Bruce: There's no training today, because Dick is at the police station and I have some work to do.
Tim: HE'S IN JAIL?
Damian: We have to get him out of there.
Jason: Jailbreak? I'm in.
Bruce: NO. He's doing an internship there.
Dick: We should settle this like civilized adults.
Jason: I agree.
Dick: So, a rap battle?
Jason: A rap battle.
Bruce: WHAT ARE YOU DOING.
Tim, mixing different energy drinks in a cauldron: You know there's an indigenous word used to describe people like you.
Tim: PARTY-POOPER
Tim: *violently opens the curtains*
Tim: Wake up or we'll be late for the parade!
Conner: MY EYES
Tim: It's called sunlight and it's not that bright.
Conner: IT'S NOT THE SUN IT'S YOUR OUTFIT.
Tim, completely draped in pride themed sequin clothings: oh
Tim: I think Alfred's mad at you.
Jason: What makes you say that?
Tim: Because he’s cleaning up the mess you made and asked me to deliver this to you.
Jason, reading the note: "Young Master Jason, I hope this note finds you before I do."
Roy: I don't think we can mansplain, manipulate or malewife our way out of it this time.
Jason: *cracking his knuckles*
Jason: Manslaughter it is.
Tim: You like my personality?
Conner: I was surprised too
Bruce: Tim, Do you have any viable product ideas to contribute?
Tim:Â Multiple.
Tim: Which one should i present first: 'Conditioner Gordan', 'Alfred-no-fret Surface Cleaner' or 'Bruce Bruise medication'
Board of Directors: :O
Bruce: Ah yes, more therapy sessions it is.
Steph: How dare you run a check on me?! How would you feel if I interfered in YOUR personal life?
Tim: I'd hate it and that's why I CLEVERLY, have no personal life.
Jason: This is Dick, short for Richard.
Jason: This is Steph, short for Stephanie.
Jason: This is Cass, short for Cassandra.
Jason: Tim got lost on the way so I'll introduce him later.
Jason: and this is Damian. He's just short.
Steph: *during a game* Quick, name a yellow fruit!
Tim, panicking: Orange?!
Jason: *sends a voice message*
Bruce, texting back: I'm a little busy, is it urgent?
Jason: Oh don't worry about it!
[later]
Bruce: *presses play*
Jason's recorded message: BRUCE, THERE'S A F*CKING FIRE IN THE MANOR AND–
Jason, taking off his helmet to reveal another helmet underneath: Does this answer your question?
Roy:Â I never asked a question.
Dick, throwing confetti: You bring the razzle, and I'll bring the dazzle.
Bruce: *while apprehending a criminal* Is this why you made me add pockets to your suit?
Dick: Yes and it is 100% worth it.
Tim: *gets a papercut*
Dick: *who recently got his wisdom tooth removed*
Dick, tearing up: DEAR GOD, hasn't he been through enough–
Damian, to Jason: Don't be cocky. it doesn't suit you.
Tim: *clears throat*
Damian: On HIM, I can pull it off.