“What about yourself, Richard?” asks the reporter, widening her own insincere smile to match as she turns her torso half an inch towards him. “As the eldest I am sure you are simply overjoyed to have your brother back but, might I ask: why is it, do you think, that you are the only one of Mister Wayne's children that he hasn't formally adopted?”
Oh Dick. Oh heart.
Red Hood: is N… adopted?
Oracle: I’m pretty sure you all know whether or not you’re B’s bio-kids
RR: no like… did he /get/ adopted?
Oracle: 1 sec
Oracle: Holy shit This is adorable.
Jason and Damian cross paths in a death-infested rathole turned community sanctuary/graffiti haven at 4:00 AM. They contemplate art, troubled pasts, and navigating life when everything is, on average, going right. That, and horses. Aw boys.
When Batman gets hit with fear toxin, he worries about his Robins.
His Robins think it's their job to deal with it.
Jason wasn't aware anyone still included him in that group, but according to Tim, he's the only one available. Oh my heart. #i'm not crying you're crying
There are two problems with Bernard's conspiracy theories.
The first is that, while his theories are technically well thought out and backed with real evidence, they're also often wildly incorrect. Case and point, he thinks Bruce Wayne and Batman “Fucking hate each other.”
The second and much bigger problem is that he can't keep them to himself. This, of course, leads all of Gotham to conclude that Batman and Bruce Wayne are exes. hee!