I do art and get emotionally attached

Random villain: I’ll give you all 10 minutes to choose which of you dies. Choose wisely.

Tim: Ughhhhhhhh dpmo, that’s such an unoriginal trope.

Dick: Red Robin, shut up

Jason: He has a point, this is, what, the third time this year?

Damian: Fourth. Two Face tried it on the first of January.

Random Villain: Hey! I’m in charge here. Listen to the tall one and shut the fuck up!

Dick: HEY! You don’t tell my brothers to shut up.

Tim: Guys i have an idea

Dick: Shut up Red.

Tim: Hear me out

Jason: Here we go

Tim: Lets just kill ourselves. group suicide. who’s with me?

Damian: So instead of one of us dying, you suggest we should all die?

Tim: Think about it. We wouldn’t be put in this position ever again.

Jason: You know what, i’m walking with you. Cause this is getting kinda embarrassing

Dick: Red this is like the third time you’ve tried to get us to agree to a suicide pact. I think your spending too much time with YJ

Tim: Ultimate brotherly bonding activity

Random Villain: . . . You have one minute left

Jason: Fuck it, i’m setting my helmet to detonate.

Tim: This is why your my favorite

Jason, helmet ticking: Hell yea I am

Random Villain: .. . you keep a bomb in your helmet???

Damian: *sigh* If we are to die I want you all to know that your imbeciles

Random Villain: You guys are nuts, i’m out of here

Tim: See?!? My plans are great

Damian and Dick: Shut UP Red

Jason: *Tosses his helmet across the room* *it explodes*

Dick: YOU ACTUALLY ACTIVATED THE BOMB?!?

Jason: I don’t bluff

Bro has gotta be pulling multiple all nighters. Or just not doing his homework (which I could also see). But more likely it’s the former.

I also think he would sneak into the batcave at night to help them work on theirs and compare notes if they have overlapping criminals.

I also love the idea that Tim hates the fact that everyone is always on him about how “he never sleeps” and “he has a caffeine addiction that should be studied” and that “he doesn’t ever take care of himself” when Duke is right over there and he knows for a fact that this is day two of him being awake with no breaks.

I also like the idea that sometimes people notice and force Duke to go to sleep.

Everyone: Tim, go to sleep.

Tim: what about Duke? He’s still awake. Pick on him.

Jason, his head jerking to where he is and seeing him for the first time: oh yeahhh. Why the fuck are you still awake, day patrol?

Dick, at Jason's before they go out on patrol: Hey Jaybird, make sure to bring a spare respir--WHAT THE HELL?!?

Dick, looking frantically between Jason and the headstone: this is clearly a threat. Somebody knows your identity. I swear to GOD when I find who did this--

Jason, looking up from his phone comepletely unbothered: oh yeah, about that

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Tim, climbing through Jasons bedroom window: Hey, its me, dont shoot. Do you have a first aid kit here right?

Jason, getting up from where he was reading in bed: ugh yeah sure, one sec

Jason, proceeds to grab a sticky note saying 'DOES NOT' and jabs it onto the headstone so it reads 'Here DOES NOT lie Jason Todd':

Tim:

Observe

Bruce: Dick you know you’re 26 you can’t keep working as a gymnastics instructor on a volunteer basis you need a career.

Dick who has been working as a lawyer in nyc for 3 years now: hmmm yeah you’re totally right B maybe I’ll take some classes

Bruce: Tim you need to get your GED, I cannot allow you to give up on education at highschool.

Tim who got into ivy university and has been zeta-ing back and forth: …hmmm maybe I’m kinda busy

Bruce: I have no idea what Jason does in the day

Jason catholic priest Todd: … yeah I got nothing

vigilante character select:

Little Robins

Tim casually walking into the Wayne Manor after escaping his kidnappers four days ago. With a concussion and a sprained ankle he hitchhiked through four states, created two new alias’s, solved a missing persons case and discovered a new cave system under Gotham along the way.

Tim: Who would pay? My parents are dead? And even if they were alive, Drake Industries doesn’t pay ransoms.

Bruce: I’m??? Your legal guardian??? I pay ransoms?? You’ve seen me pay ransoms for your brothers??

Tim: . . .

“oh well my therapist thinks pretending to be the Batman will help me exert some perceived control over my life, because I’ve suffered from an absence of agency ever since my parents were brutally murdered in front of me as a child”

and then the security guard is nodding because hey? that kind of makes sense. But can he do any flips? Like the ones the real Batman does?

Bruce can do one flip. He’s very proud. The security guard claps politely, because, yeah, this kid is definitely fucked up. But he just did a flip!

The security guard asks what kind of therapist prescribed Batman roleplay to deal with his childhood trauma. There’s loud snickering from one rooftop over. Bruce seems to ignore this, so the guard does too.

“My butler is board certified,” he says, and the security guard nods again. That makes sense. He’s heard about all the things butlers do. Rich people really have no concept of the word “overtime.”

Bruce waves him off. Apparently he’s going to keep practicing his flip on another rooftop so he can see the city better.

“I put the cowl on and then I practice my affirmations,” he tells the guard seriously, “I am enough. I am loved. I am vengeance.”

The guard points out that the last one is Batman’s affirmation, actually.

“No, I know that,” Bruce says, then waves, “have a good night!”

The guard’s shift ends a few minutes later, and he goes home and researches LARPing as a form of cognitive behavioral therapy.