a-wayne-at-heart:

The Batboys, getting off a plane, hands up in surrender, at gunpoint by the Air Force…

Dick: Don’t shoot!

Jason: We’re coming out, don’t shoot!

Air Force: *shouting at them to drop their weapons*

Tim: *cursing under his breath*

Jason: Do not shoot! Guys, it’s okay, I – Q clearance! I’ve got Q clearance!

Damian: Seriously, is that even a real thing?

Colonel: Q clearance? Let’s see about that. What’s your authentication phrase?

Jason: Sweet, dash, 44, tender, dash, 9, hot, dash, juicy. Porkchops.

Tim and Damian: *glaring*

Jason: *shrugs* I didn’t pick it.