Damian : *murmurs* Fuck

Damian : *murmurs* Fuck

Dick : WHAT DID YOU SAY!?

Damian : I SAID FUCK

Tim : *Saves a kitten stuck in a tree*

Damian, who was forced to follow him buy groceries because Alfred is sick : I don’t know wether to kick you and take the kitten or praise you for saving it.

Everyone : Tim is the blasé child.

Tim : What they don’t know can’t hurt them.

*Cue Tim saying Batman doesn’t have friends, blowing up Ra’s bases, hiring a rando person to act as his uncle, clone his bestie, etc, etc”

Everyone : *Oblivious*

*Alternate Universe where Damian was upset at Dick for not believing Tim*

Damian, hugging/clinging onto Tim like his life depends on it : Tt, Grayson is stupid!

*Tim, awkwardly patting him on the back but smiling softly*

Dick : T^T

Bruce : You fought an entire group of elite assassins who have succeeded in killing everyone they ever planned on assassinating.

Tim : Yep

Bruce : And you walked away relatively unharmed.

Tim : Yeah, they all died in the explosion.

Bruce : What explosion?

Tim : …

Bruce : Tim, what explosion—

Tim, backing away slowly : …

Bruce, well aware of how unhinged his kids can be but still had hopes for this one : whAT EXPLOSION!?

Bruce : Murder is not okay. Unless it’s the Joker.

Dick : Murder is not okay. Unless it’s the Joker.

Jason, pulling out his gun : Murder is okay.

Tim, blowing up Ra’s al Ghul bases : Murder is okay.

Damian, taking his katana out : Murder is okay.

Alfred, loading his shotgun : I wish more people broke into the Manor.