What The Hell Are You Doing Creeping Around In The Woods?

“What the hell are you doing creeping around in the woods?”

“I’m following you! What the hell are you doing creeping around in the woods?!”

Dick, sighing: it’s hard being the only emotionally adjusted one in this family

Tim: LOUDDDD incorrect buzzer

Jason: you’re the most like Bruce out of all of us, and that man isnt exactly the poster child for emotional stability

Damian: I concur, while Timothy and Jason see their feelings as afterthoughts, and fear mine underminded - you, Richard, brood and suppress until the miscommunication blows up in your face, just like father.

Tim: exactly, the most expressive and normal one of our colony are the Batgirls… and that’s saying something

Enemies to besties

Tony: We’ll find another route, it’s not safe for amateurs.

Peter: That sounds like a challenge.

Tony: I can't stress this enough, that is not a challenge.

Peter: ...Is exactly what you say to dissuade the weak of heart from accepting the challenge. Well, challenge accepted!

Tony [losing hairs]: There is no challenge!

Harbinger of chaos

So you know how some of us artists like to color theme the Batfam. Now imagine the bat fam doing it too, like.

Jason:" It's My Red, and you can't use it." Tim is holding two physical Pantone color cards;" they are two different reds." Jason; "They look exactly the same." Dick, who lost a bet with Stef, walks in in the red Nightwing suit: "Dad says it mine turn on the red." Bruce is in the background nursing a headache. Stephanie is just howling at the mess she orchestrated—attempts to slap Damien on the back. "Keep your hands to yourself, Brown, or I'll dye my katana red with your blood."I