Random conversations I have with my siblings that are oddly batfam coded part 4:
Tim: I dunno man he just snuck up on me I guess- ow.
Dick: sorry Timmers, I gotta ice it. And Youāve gotta be more careful. Especially on the outside of Jasonās territory.
Jason: yeah replacement, gotta have certain skills before you and your sunshine and twinkle-toe elf colours step foot in my parts of Gotham.
Tim: you literally wear a bright red helmet Jason.
Jason: blood red, and yet you never see me coming.
Damian, reading nearby: I just think Timothy is incapable of such things.
Tim: and I just think I donāt remember fucking asking.
Dick: cmon, guys. Itās late. Can your bickering wait till the morning?
Damian: I only speak the truth, Grayson.
Jason: yeah yeah, quit your quarrels. Timbo, you never finished your story.
Tim: right, so, he snuck up on me and I was startled. I sorted him out in the end ..but-
Tim: but- he tripped me. And I.. errā¦fell off the roof. My grapple got tangled while I was shooting it and it yanked my shoulder out its socket.
Dick: Tim, you have to be more careful!
Tim: I know, Dick you already said that.
Jason: heās right, dude. That coulda been worse ya kn-
Damian: *snort* -1000 aura. *pause of terror*
Damian: *slowly looks up from his book*
Jason: Damian..did you justā¦
Tim: Did- Did you just make a brain rot joke?
Dick: you did! You totally made a brain rot joke!
Damian: I did no such thing! Brain rot is exactly as it writes! A stupid, unethical and insolent plague on foolish children.
Jason: āfoolish childrenā.. including you.
Tim: YES! Admit it Damian, you made a joke from your fuckass mind-rotting generation!
Damian: I DID NOT DRAKE! You ought to get your skillset and ears checked since you believe I uttered such nonsense!
Tim: even though you did utter said nonsense?
Damian: I am twelve years old! I do not have time for your stupid puns. You are all a waste of my time! *storms off*
Jason: see you at dinner!
Tim, rolling his eyes: ooh the big twelve!
Jason: *snort* that was.. hilariously and completely unexpected.
Dick: yeah, I wonder where he got that from?
Damian, distant yell: THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT JONATHAN KENT!
Jason: I could probably take a good guess.