Sqwiggles ^v^

bruce: ah yes, i’m so proud of my sons,

bruce: dick works in police enforcement, tim is CEO of a company, and now damian’s become a doctor!

person at a gala: they’re all so accomplished! and what’s jason been up to?

bruce:

bruce, abruptly remembering that jason’s entire job is being a criminal:

bruce: jason… is…

jason, walking by with an entire platter of shrimp that he just wrestled from the hands of a terrified server in one hand and the beer keg from under the bar that he just stole in the other: jason’s fucking LIVING. IT. UP.

bruce and his friend, watching him go:

bruce:

Jason once walked up behind him so silently during a meeting that when he turned and saw a flash of the red helmet an inch from the back of his head he screamed like a teenage girl in a horror movie. Jason, nonplussed because all of the Robins scare the shit out of B like at least once a week, patiently waits for him to get his breath back before asking if they could grab thai on the way home. the rest of the JL stare in baffled awe and Bruce never lives it down.

Tim similarly appeared next to him once when he was fixing one of the appliances on the watchtower and when he made himself known by complaining that Damian kept flicking apple slices at him Bruce jumped so hard that he smacked his head against the frame of whatever he was fixing and gave himself a concussion. Barry laughs so hard he chokes on his coffee and Tim is just confused.