Dick Grayson: Whoa, we're having dinner down here? In the Cave?
Jason Todd: Yeah, because of me... Bruce didn't want someone stopping by and seeing his dead son risen from the grave, sitting at the dinner table. hey everyone. I found Dick wandering around the kitchen while I was getting a beer.
Dick Grayson: Wait a minute, you got that six-pack from the kitchen? Since when does Bruce have beer on hand?
Jason Todd: He doesn't... [laughter, aluminium can opening] But lucky for me, Alfred hasn't changed where he stashes the booze in the last ten years. [slurp]
Dick Grayson: Well, don't hog them all... Give me one! [footsteps, can opening, slurp]
Jason Todd: Since when do you drink? [slurp] I thought you were all like, "Bruce doesn't drink and neither do I," all the while constantly reminding us "I'm not like Bruce. I do things differently," blah-blah-blah.
Dick Grayson: [nervous laughter] Is that what I sound like now? [slurp] Well, I follow his advice when it's working. It's sound advice. I'll drink a little for special occasions, such as this... or out on a special date with-
Tim Drake: Jason... My brother! My man! That's my favorite brother right there! Too cool to die and to hot to stay single for long, amirite? So, you and Helena, eh? I was helping Oracle with some software and I saw an interesting file-
Jason Todd: Scram, Tim. I'm not giving you Koul-Brau. You're not old enough. These are for me and Bruce, Jr. here.
Cassandra Cain: And me. Thank you. [can opening, slurp, giggles]
Tim Drake: Oh, come on, Jay! Are you kidding me? She's five months younger than me!
Jason Todd: [liquid chugging, sigh] Yeah, well... I'm not telling her no. She can kick my ass. You can't, so... No!
Tim Drake: Fine. i'll go drink Ginger Ale then. There's plenty of that in here...
Damian Wayne: Where is my father? Are we not here for him?
Tim Drake: 'Our' father, dweeb, is getting the ham out of the oven upstairs. He insisted that he bake it for us since we all showed up for him.
Damian Wayne: Is that not the purpose of Pennyworth?
Cassandra Cain: He gave Alfred the night off, weasel. [sips]
Tim Drake: It's Father's Day, for cryin' out loud. You think Bruce is going to make the man who raised him work?
Damian Wayne: It's his job! What good is a manservant if he is unable to serve your guests at an important feast?
Dick Grayson: Damian, remember what we said about 'unlearning' your grandfather's example?
Casandra Cain: It's the man of the hour! Hey dad!
Dick Grayson: Bruce! Jason Todd: Bruce! Tim Drake: Daddio! Damian Wayne: Father...
Bruce Wayne: Oh, good, Dick finally made it, too. Watch it... This is fresh from the oven. It's hot. [sizzle, pained hiss] What did I just say, Jason?
Jason Todd: I needed to know how hot you think is hot... [sucks finger] Yeah, I can verify it's hot, everyone.
Bruce Wayne: Dick, did you finish up the arms trafficking case?
Dick Grayson: Yeah. You were right, the Irish mob was moving guns thro- Wait, no! We're here for you, not to talk shop. Sit down, grab a plate, stuff your face, and enjoy the company of our children. Happy Father's Day, Bruce Wayne!
Jason Todd: [slap] I told you no, Tim.
Tim Drake: I'll remember this day when you wan my help trying to break Joker out of Arkham again.
Cassandra Cain: [several loud sighs] Tim... You moron!
Bruce Wayne: Wait, again? So, two months ago when the Joker disappeared in the middle of the night from solitary and was found tied up in a van in Burnside the next day, wearing a baby bonnet and diaper... That was you guys?
Damian Wayne: And I thought this was going to be boring... [loud chewing]
Dick Grayson: Hey, what's that look for, Bruce? Damian and I were knee-deep in Slaughter Swamp that night breaking a fight between Croc and Grundy... Alright, fine! Yes, I knew about it. Babs told me all about it the next day.
