One thing that the writers of Batman stories conveniently overlooked was Dick (Robin) Grayson's schooling. It was just kind of a given that he went to school or kept up with classes somehow, but while he was occasionally seen with a classmate or forced to stay home and work on his lessons while Batman went on patrol, I'm not so sure Dick wasn't a truancy problem.
I give you Detective Comics #365:
No kiddin'? "Mr. Jay" might actually be the Joker? That's some pretty hardcore deductive reasoning, Dick! I guess that's the kind of steel-trap brain-work that I could never hope to achieve, since I wasn't trained by the World's Greatest Detective.
It's that Dick looks so pleased with himself, when he basically has solved a puzzle that ranks in difficulty with an episode of Blue's Clues. Alfred, who had several stories about his own amateur sleuthing days, looks equally disgusted I can't say I blame him.
More deductive brilliance from Dick Grayson:
Dick, you're shitting me. I thought this was a White Castle restaurant, and was about to place my order. Good thing I have you along!
What? We have to fight our way out of this? I was going to just stand here and wait until they ran out of bullets by emptying their guns into my chest cavity, but we'll try it your way. Deductive reasoning and tactical brilliance in the battlefield? No wonder you go on to lead the Titans, my lad! It's a proud day for me!
And I'm really trying to taper off my Things I Find Disturbing (tm!) entries with the Elongated Man, but I had to show you this:
Yes, Ralph elongated his forehead! How could I not post that?
See you tomorrow!