Bruce: Damn, the power went out.
Dick, young: Don’t worry, I got this!
Dick: *shakes himself rapidly and starts to glow*
Bruce: …what?
Dick: I swallowed a glow stick.
Bruce: WHAT?
Bruce: Damn, the power went out.
Dick, young: Don’t worry, I got this!
Dick: *shakes himself rapidly and starts to glow*
Bruce: …what?
Dick: I swallowed a glow stick.
Bruce: WHAT?
Renee Montoya: I love this whole good cop-bad cop thing you two have going on.
Jason: It’s not really purposeful. It’s more that Nightwing’s nice and I’m an asshole.
Batman (35): As the oldest here, I should be in charge of making this decision. I simply have more life experience.
Flash (38): I’m three years older than you.
Batman: Wha— You’re fucking what?
Tried creating a small list of the general teams and ages in the DCU. Took some creative liberties.
The Batfam’s Ages, In My Opinion
(Obviously there’s no real answer because the comics have been re-done and changed many times. Realistically, I would’ve made them older—Especially Bruce—but I took into consideration their physical fitness. Let’s be honest, Bruce couldn’t fight crime like he does at 50-years-old.)
Alfred Pennyworth - 80
Bruce Wayne (Batman) - 42
Selina Kyle (Catwoman) - 38
Kate Kane (Batwoman) - 32
Barbara Gordon (Oracle) - 28
Dick Grayson (Nightwing) - 26
Jason Todd (Red Hood) - 21
Cassandra Cain (Black Bat) - 21
Stephanie Brown (Spoiler) - 19
Tim Drake (Red Robin) - 18
Duke Thomas (The Signal) - 18
Damian Wayne (Robin) - 13
I know I missed some people (Mainly Terry McGinnis and Carrie Kelly), but since they’re future-state, I decided that I couldn’t accurately guess their ages.
Bruce, flipping through pages from an album: Can you recognize your accomplice?
Jason: Eat shit. I’m no snitch, you asshole.
Bruce: If you don’t tell me, I’ll call in Dick.
Jason: Go back, you skipped him.
Bruce: When I met Dick, it was like an angels’ choir announced his presence.
Bruce: I found Jason stealing the tires off my batmobile outside Taco Bell.
Bruce: They’re my pride and joy.
Bruce: Whenever I’m confronted with a problem, and I feel helpless, I look at a picture of my family.
Dick: That’s so nice—
Bruce: And I think If I can deal with these fools, then I can do anything.
Dick: Less nice.
Dick: Let’s work on positive reinforcement. Damian, name one way you can be nice to someone.
Damian: Not stab them.
Dick, handing him $5: Setting the bar a little low, but I’ll allow it!
Bruce: So, Damian is no longer allowed to take the trash out at night. Why, you ask? Because I’ve caught him 5 times now trying to train raccoons to fight.
Damian: You’ll be thanking me when my raccoon battalion saves your life.
Bruce: I saw you doing something on the security cameras—
Jason: Okay, but in my defense, Tim bet me $10 I wouldn’t drink all that shampoo.
Bruce: That’s not what I wanted to—
Bruce: YOU DRANK SHAMPOO?
Dick: I wish you’d just admit it when you make a mistake.
Bruce, stirring his coffee: I actually prefer it with salt.
Jason: There’s no “I” in “Team” but there’s one in “Pizza”.
Dick: So you’re not sharing?
Jason: I’m not sharing.
Tim, after attending one (1) therapy session:
Tim: If you had to choose between Bruce’s life and all the money I have in my pocket, which would you?
Jason: How much are we talking?
Bruce: Excuse me, but—
Tim: Eleven cents.
Jason: Sold.
Bruce:
Jason, being killed: Call an ambulance! Call an ambulance!
Jason, coming back to life: But not for me.
Jason: When I die (again), I want B to lower me into my grave, so he can let me down one last time.