Dick: You haven’t tried to kill tim in like a year. don’t pretend he’s not growing on you
Damian: TT. As a principal, I refrain in partaking in impossible tasks. It’s futile and a waste of time.
Jason: Careful brat, that almost sounded like a compliment.
Damian: How is understanding Drakes state of being a compliment? He didn’t earn his imperishability as far as I know. It’s a fluke of fate.
Jason: You lost me kid. What are you on about.
Damian: He is immortal. It does not reflect badly on my skillset to be unable kill an unlikable being.
Dick: Wait Dami, do you actually think Tims immortal?? Or is that a turn of phrase.
Jason: *snorts* Dude I think he’s deadass
Damian: *annoyed* How else would you explain the amount of life threatening injuries he’s sustained as well as the innumerable death defying stunts he pulls on an almost daily basis? He has been impaled at least once, has had his throat slit, and has survived multiple falls from unsurvivable heights . Mortals can’t do that
Dick: Yeah but you’ve seen him get hurt. He’s hurt like all the time.
Damian: *sighs* invulnerability and immortality are not mutually exclusive Richard. Don’t be daft.
Jason: *shouting* TIM GET IN HERE
Tim, shuffles into the room, clearly on hour 36 of no sleep: what
Jason: Damian thinks you’re immortal.
Tim looking at his brothers with a considering look on his face: well, I could be. we won’t know until we test it.
Dick, nervously: How would we test that? I don’t think there’s a way to test that without you dying Tim.
Tim, rubbing his chin: We could—
Dick: NO! WE ARE NOT TESTING THE LIMITS OF YOUR MORTALITY TODAY. GO THE FUCK TO SLEEP TIM.
Tim: Well i’m free tomorrow, my meeting got cancelled so my calendars open.
Dick: BRUCE!! BRUCE TIM IS TRYING TO KILL HIMSELF
Damian: I am on spring break so I am free as well
Dick: Damian, Tim is NOT immortal. Tim, you are NOT immortal. I swear to god if you jump off a building or something i’ll KILL YOU.
Tim: Well, that would help test the hypothesis so…