Batman and Superman: *arguing*
Martian Manhunter: …
Martian Manhunter [to Wonder Woman]: Do they know that they’re finishing each other’s sentences?
After contacting Red Hood while strapped upside-down to a ticking time bomb…
Batman (Dick) [to Robin]: Great. Our fate rests in our black sheep of a brother who’s just broken out of the prison we sent him to. I’m sure he’s just leaping to help.
Someone: Woah! You know Batman?
Red Hood: I’m familiar with his work, yes.
Roy: If you hated the bracelet so much, Jason, you should have just said so.
Jason: Well, doesn’t the fact that I wore the bracelet even though I hated it say something about our friendship and how much it means to me?
Roy: What about the fact that you insulted the bracelet and you made fun of me?
Jason: Okay, well, that’s the part where I’m an ass.
Angst, a summary…
Arsenal: You can either go or help me.
Red Hood: Okay, I’ll go.
Arsenal: Okay, but before you go, can you help me?
On his first night at Wayne Manor…
Dear Diary,
Tomorrow will be different. It has to be.
I will smile and it will be believable. My smile will say, “I’m fine. Thank you. Yes. Much better”.
I will no longer be the boy who lost his parents. I will start fresh. Be someone new. It’s the only way I’ll make it through.
– Dick
Batman: *enters the Batcave, half-naked in a singed and tattered Batsuit*
Batman: *heads directly to the Batcomputer, limping, dripping blood on the ground*
Nightwing:
Red Robin:
Robin:
Alfred:
Red Hood: Did you get in a tickle fight with Edward Scissorhands?
Batman: You are a compassionate woman, Jessica.
Green Lantern: *begins to smile – *
Batman: It’s your fatal flaw and it will be your downfall.
Green Lantern: Well, that got dark fast.
~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~
Bruce, you hypocrite.
Entering Robin’s room be like…
Jason: *whispering* It’s quiet.
Tim: *hissing* Of course it’s quiet. It’s a trap.
Damian: *a pair of narrowed eyes in the shadows*
Mornings at the Manor…
Jason: *whistling while turning on the stove and beating eggs in a bowl*
Red Robin: *comes in through the kitchen window, bruised, tattered, and dripping blood*
Red Robin: Jay! I lost Damian! What am I going to do?!
Jason: Uhhhh. Don’t worry. Don’t worry. *looks around the kitchen in panic* Know what I’m going to do? I’m going to make you an omelet.
Red Robin: Just help me look for him!
Jason: Are you sure? I make ‘em with four kinds of cheese.