At a Justice League post-mission celebration…
Hal: *raises a glass for a toast* To the empowerage of words.
Bruce: To the irony of that sentence.
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Torn apart furniture. Food and some sort of ink (or is that blood?) smeared all over the walls and carpets. A scorched living room ceiling. Tim tries to explain what happened to a visiting Conner…
Tim: It would take hours to explain the psychology of this event, so I’ll just simplify.
Tim: *points at Damian* “Dynamite”.
Tim: *points at Jason* “Kid with matches”.
Jason [to Tim]: This is an official apology. I’m a horrible person and I’m sorry. What I did was horrible, even by our standards. And, let’s face it, we’ve set the bar very low.
Tim: I’m sick of you always having an edge just because you’re cruel and I’m smart and I’m concerned about consequences. I can be just as vicious and shortsighted as you!
Damian: Oh, yeah? *sarcastically* I’m really scared. Why don’t you just –
Damian: *realizes that his hand is stuck to his forehead *
Damian: *gritting his teeth* Drake, what did you do?
Tim: *holds up a tube of Super Glue* I sank to your level. And I have to say, it feels good.
Roy [to Jason]: Apparently, the difference between a stink bomb and a Level 3 toxic biohazard is two extra drops of sulfur tetraoxide.
Roy: I am totally suing that website.
When Batman (inexplicably) asks Hellblazer to watch over his sons while he’s away on a mission…
Nightwing: *comes in through the front door of the Manor*
Hellblazer: Ah, the Golden Boy has returned. Release the doves!
Nightwing: Hi, Mr. Constantine.
Red Hood: *breaks a window in the foyer and climbs in*
Hellblazer: And you must be the second Robin. I have been thoroughly briefed on you and if you do one thing wrong, I’m going to go medieval on your arse.
Tim catching up with Conner about what his best (hybrid clone) friend has been learning so far…
Conner: *excitedly* I know Word.
Conner: And I can open a document.
Conner: “Save it”. “Save as”.
Conner: “Print”. “Print preview”!
Shopping for his and Jason’s safe house during their Red/Hood Arsenal days…
Roy: $550 for the TV?! Seems a little steep.
Roy: I’m gonna write down a figure, and this is as high as I’ll go.
Roy: *slides over the slip of paper*
Pawn Shop Guy:
Pawn Shop Guy: You drew a smiley face.
Texting about an upcoming Justice League meeting…
Bruce: No sig oths.
Clark: Just say “significant others”.
Bruce: Maybe you have that kind of time, but I’m on a tight sched.
Kori: Have either of you ever made a decision in your lives?
Roy: Of course we make decisions! How do you think I’m wearing clothes right now?
Jason: I lay those out for you, Roy.