Surprise

neil punching the shit out of riko and wymack having to drag him off

neil repeatedly wanting to hit someone but not allowing himself because he was trying to stay low profile

neil getting back from evermore, realising riko tattooed him, and immediately attempting to carve the tattoo off his face with a knife

neil fantasising about stomping andrews face in at columbia

neil being experienced with guns

neil specifically liking exy because its aggressive and violent

neil grabbing the racket at thanksgiving with the intention of using it as a weapon, then asking for it back after

Character, book, and author names under the cut

Dick: Of course, Dami. What can I help with?

Damian: There is a classmate of mine that I wish to romance; however, my formal speech seems to be off-putting to him and has caused me to be labeled a "fruitloop" in his eyes. I wish to learn teenage slang, despite the butchering of the English language.

Dick shock: What

Damian: Hold on, please. *pulls out a stack of papers* Jon made a dictionary of common slang. Let me rephrase my request. "Yo, teach me those made rizz skills to help me bag a baddie. Ya dig?"

Tim from down the hall: What in the nine levels of hell was that?

Damian: Drake! How many times have I warned you to stop illegally surveilling my private conversations! *Flips through papers* I mean, Yo, that's wack!

Tim: Make him stop, Dick! I'm breaking into hives!

Dick: Okay, Dami, I'll help, but first, I'm pretty sure Jon gave you slang words from the 90s. Let's look for words of this era, since kids won't know what you're saying.

Damian: I see. Only old people would know these, huh. Are these words nostalgic to you, since you are from the late 1900s?

Tim: Oh shit! Dick, he's disrespecting you! To your face! Right to your face!

Dick: Tim! I swear to Alfred's cookies recipe, if you don't shut up, I am going to tell Damian about the Rubber Duck incident.

Tim: ....I apologize for my outburst. As a formal appology allow me to help you charm Daniel Fenton.

Damian: How....How do you know his name!

Tim sticking his head out of his room: I have coffee with him once a week

Dick: Why?

Tim: He joined the photography club.

Damian: I was under the impression you were the only one in that club

Tim: I was! Now there are two of us! And before you lose your mind, Damian, he likes you! He takes pictures of you when you're unaware to bring to the meetings!

Damian hopeful: Truly?!

Dick: Wait, you mean to tell me you knew a boy was taking pictures of Damian without his knowledge and just let it happen?!?

Tim: Course not. I made recommendations for the light settings. I can't let my only club member not improve.

Dick, rubbing the bridge of his eyes: I can't do this anymore. When is Bruce coming home?

Damian: Should I pose? Do you think Daniel will like it if I pose? What do you think, Drake?

Bruce, getting in the bat mobile, slamming the door: "I'm a grown man with my own money and resources, you don't own Gotham!"

Bruce, speeding out the batcave: "I don't need your emotional constipation and pushing us away when you need us most! I'm done!"

Bruce, gesturing with one hand at nothing: "I am growing and deserve independence, Father! Mother says you are coddling me!"

Bruce, pulling up at bat burger, angrily getting out with his wallet in hand: UNTIL THEY'RE TWENTY BUCKS SHORT AND FORGOT THEIR WALLETS!

Jason, Tim, Dick, Damian, and Cass in their vigilante uniforms, standing there like lost children:

Bruce, handing the tired cashier a hundred dollar bill: I expect all your reports to be detailed and turned into the bat computer by tomorrow morning. Understood?

Dick, already plotting escape: Yeah...

Cassandra: Fine.

Jason: We only called you because boy Stephanie wouldn't drive out here at this hour to pay for our food.

Tim: My boyfriend has a name!?

Jason: Not tonight he doesn't.

Damian: Mother would not approve of me eating anything from this country's soil, so I could not ask her to send an assassin to pay.

Bruce: I'm so glad I'm appreciated by the children who dragged me out of bed on one of the rare nights I took off to come pay for their jokerized French fries.

Dick: We love you, Dad!

Tim: Best Dad I've ever had!

Cassandra, listening to what Bab's tells her to say: I appreciate and value you as my favorite role model and parental figure!

Jason: Thanks for not doing drugs.

Damian: I am grateful Bane is not my biological Father.