Kory to Dick: I’m just a girl, towering over a boy, asking him to admit that he loves me.
Dick: Uh-oh. Damian’s gonna be mad.
Tim: Yeah, well, he’s twelve and tiny. What’s he going to do? Kick my ass?
Tim’s Brain: Again?
Dick: Uh-oh. Damian’s gonna be mad.
Tim: Yeah, well, he’s twelve and tiny. What’s he going to do? Kick my ass?
Tim’s Brain: Again?
Jason being Extra be like…
Roy: Jaybird, I got a present for you. *carries a basket full of lotion bottles*
Jason: I don’t like lotion. I like my hands to be cracked and calloused like a railway worker.
Roy: I know. I filled the bottles with fake blood, vinegar, and mud.
Jason: *smiles* Really? Thanks!
Conner [to Bruce]: Your son, he’s my best friend, he’s like a brother to me. But he’s a disaster.
At a bar…
Bartender: Where’d you get that jacket?
Jason: *sips beer* I was buried in it.
Bartender:
Bartender: *awkwardly moves away*
Idk some Gothamites are wack, they’d probably be into it
Clark Kent, mild-mannered reporter of the Daily Planet, following up on a lead at said bar: Jason? What’re you doing all the way here? Does your fath- Bruce know you’re here?
Clark: You really don’t need to cut my meat for me.
Bruce: You could’ve reminded me of that when I started.
Bruce: Can I get you anything? Juice box? ‘Nanners?
Clark: …’Nanners?
Bruce: Sorry, dad brain. Ba-nanners.
The GCPD closing in be like…
♫ ♩ Bat Boys, Bat Boys
Whatcha gonna do?♪ ♫
♬ Whatcha gonna do
When they come for you? ♫ ♩

