Dick: you're late
Jason: my bad. I got kidnapped
Dick: what masochist kidnapped you?
Jason: the police
Dick: ...you were fucking arrested?
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Dick: you're late
Jason: my bad. I got kidnapped
Dick: what masochist kidnapped you?
Jason: the police
Dick: ...you were fucking arrested?
Dick: Does anyone have any suggestions?
Jason: Why dont we shoot the Joker?
Dick: How will that help us in an alien invasion?
Jason: It would be really funny
Dick:
Dick: Works for me, add it to the list!
Dick: okay, now make sure you keep the wound dry-
Tim: I know.
Dick: -because you have a high risk of infection-
Tim: I’m aware.
Dick: -because of your missing spleen-
Tim: you don’t say.
Dick: -and with how many energy drinks you consume-
Tim: Dad, I know, you don’t need to-
Tim: …
Dick: did… did you just…?
Tim: no. I didn’t.
Dick: Tim…
Tim: I’m going to put water on my wound now.
Dick: Tim, it’s okay! I won’t make a big deal out of it- wait no! Bad, Tim! No water!
Tim, actively speed walking away: what I can’t hear you
Dick, also speed walking: listen to your father!
Tim, now full sprinting: SHUT UP
Dick, also sprinting: DONT RUN WITH YOU STOMACH INJURY!
~later~
Damian: how come he gets to call Dick dad…
Alfred: pardon, Master Damian?
Damian: Dick and Tim were running in the cave even though there wasn’t an emergency.
Alfred: I see. I shall have to speak with them.
Tim: Hey dick?
Dick: yeah?
Tim: Sooo... if someone were to hypothetically steal a sculpture called "The Hand". Would they call the heist, "The Hand Job"?
Dick *grinning and searching sculptures*: be a worse crime not to name it that
New parent Bruce at two in the morning: Why aren’t you in bed?
9-year-old Dick, sitting at the table eating ice cream: Because I’m in the kitchen.
Bruce tiredly, digging out some coffee: And why are you in the kitchen?
Dick: Because it’s where the ice cream is.
Bruce, high on pain meds: one time I wiped your memory and returned you to the orphanage because you had tried to convince me that Superman didn’t murder my parents.
Dick, also high on pain meds: we listen and we don’t judge
*batkids going out in gotham for the night*
Bruce: And what do you do if you get stopped by the cops?
All of the kids: let Tim or Jason deal with it as the two white passing ones.
Bruce: Good, now go have fun.
Dick: My life is a little too much panic and not enough disco.
Tim: My life is a little too much fall out and not enough boy.
Jason: My life is a little too much chemical and not enough romance
Damian: My life is a little too much imagination and not enough dragons.
Bruce: *Facepalmin* All I asked was how your weekend was.