I really do love that Batman is supposed to be this super strict and tough badass who has his rules and doesn’t budge on them for shit; to the point where unless they get express permission, the metas that literally make up his superhero team and closest companions aren’t even allowed to step foot in his city.
and then his kids come along and his entire backbone just falls apart at the seams.
Tim, walking into the cave and interrupting an online JL meeting: sorry just grabbing the bleach!
Bruce, pausing: what do you need bleach for?
Tim: oh, Jason killed another guy and wants help with the cleanup.
The JL, who know Batman as the strict ‘no kill guy’:
Bruce: …but just one? he only killed one, right?
Bruce: bleach is over there
Superman, video calling Bruce: i know you don’t allow metas in Gotham, but there’s a crossover between a job i’m on in Metropalis and a deal i believe to be going down in Gotham, so i was hoping that-
Bruce: no. send me the case, i’ll sort it. stay out of my city.
Duke appearing in the background of the call: B! COME LOOK AT THIS SHIT, I FIGURED OUT A NEW WAY TO USE MY POWERS!
Bruce: that’s great, chum! I’ll be right there!
Batman: I will not have guns in my household.
Damian: you understand that both Pennyworth and Drake have firearms in the manor, correct?
Batman: when did Tim get a gun?
Damian: when Todd took him and I to a shooting range and gifted us them.
Batman: …you have a gun too?
Batman: but not in the manor right?
Damian, pulling out a handgun: i keep mine on me