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Bizarro: Why Red Him and Red Her being not weird?

Red Hood: Artemis and I kissed –

Bizarro: WHAT!?!

Artemis: To keep our cover from being blown, we didn’t have a choice –

Bizarro: *hugging Pup-Pup cheerfully* Tell. Bizarro. Not EVERYTHING!!!

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(In which this could’ve been Steph, Dick and Babs, or Dick, Tim and Steph, but somehow I thought of the Outlaws. *shrugs*)

When your adoptive father has trust issues with your crimefighting methods…

Red Hood: *running through a dark alley*

Red Hood: *stops abruptly and catches his breath*

Red Hood: *rolls his eyes at his little brother, who’s in the Batjet hovering above him* I don’t need to be monitored all day long, brat. I’m not a toddler. This is stupid.

Robin [on the Comm Link]: I know you’re not, Todd, because toddlers would know that “stupid” is a no-no word.

Red Hood: *peeks from behind a crate at a group of burly men in state-of-the-art armor guarding the warehouse entrance*

Red Hood: *whispering* How are we going to get past them without a gun fight?

Red Robin: *studying a digital blueprint of the warehouse* I’ll tell you how John McClane would do it: the vents.

Red Hood: *stuffs his revolvers back into their holsters and nods enthusiastically* Blast the A/C, they get chilly, they leave to find sweaters. 

Red Robin:

Red Robin: No. We’re going to climb through them. 

Red Hood: Even better! Classic use of vents.

a-wayne-at-heart:

If the Batboys had entrance music when they entered a battlefield…

DICK’s would be “Death of a Bachelor” by Panic! At the Disco…

JASON’s, “Heathens” by twenty one pilots…

TIM’s, “Basketcase” by Green Day…

And, DAMIAN’s, “The Imperial March” by John Williams.

Oh, yeah, with Dick being Nightwing, and Jason, Red Hood.

incorrect-batfamily-quotes:

Mornings at the Manor…

Jason: *scurrying around the kitchen, opening and closing cupboards, looking under kitchen counters and chairs* 

Tim: *typing on his laptop, drinking pure liquid caffeine*

Jason: I have to tell you something. When we fell on really hard times, Roy and I stayed at a rat-infested motel for a month, and I developed a deep-seated fear of rats.

Tim: *not looking away from laptop* I am so sorry to hear about that. I understand your fears and I validate them.

Jason: I’m not looking for your understanding, Tim! Just grab the freakin’ rat!