Oh, well doesn't this just sound like a disaster just waiting to happen.

I'm fairly confident we would go out of our way to arrange that this never happened, but theoretically, if there was no other choice... It would not be easy in some aspects, seeing as he has completely left my father's code, and I am just coming to work under it - but at the same time, we can stomach each other's methods.

Bruce:

Shortly after I came to the manor, Bruce took me to a baseball game. He figured that it could be something we could bond over, even if neither of us were interested. All I wanted from the excursion was ice cream in a baseball helmet. He bought one for me, and I sat happily through the game. It was the most we had talked since I came, and it was the best time.

Jason:

He and I went camping once about a year after he became Robin. I wanted to bond with him. He was punk the whole time, but we had fun in the end. We sucked at being nature boys, and trying to catch our own food, so we went to a local market and bought hot dogs.

Tim:

The first time Tim came over to the manor we had zingers and ovaltine. He was nervous and after twenty minutes of watching Billy Madison, we were pals. And zingers and ovaltine are our thing now.

Babs:

The day she said yes.

Damian:

Our first night as Batman and Robin. We sucked, and we fought after but... you know what, we were Batman and Robin. And we were a team.

Cass:

Cassandra once beat the crap out of me when Babs and I had broken up. She was mad that I'd hurt Babs. And she was right. I completely deserved the ass kicking she gave me.

Steph:

Cass was always one for patience. She had the calmness and determination of a rock. 

But this was kind of pushing it. 

She was sitting on the lawn of the Wayne Manor with the setting sun behind her, and... a gigantically FAT rabbit rolling around in her lap, and he was attempting to drill a hole through her legs or something with the way he kept nudging into her calf muscles. 

She stared blankly at him, and with a defeated sigh, reclined backwards into the grass to lie down. 

Why...

Why do you even own a bag of dicks, Jason.

No. 

Only when he leaves crumbs in the bed.