On the first day Red Hood and Arsenal teamed up (again) to form “Heroes for Hire”…
Roy: Jason Todd is back! Chest bump me!
Jason: You don’t want to do this, man.
Roy: No, I really do!
Jason: It hurts you every time.
Roy: No, I know, but I’m fired up and the adrenaline is going to carry me through.
Tag: big brother of the year
When you forget to power down your suit and surprise chest-bump your brother…
Red Hood: *kneeling over Tim, slapping his face* Timbo, come on! Come on, say something –
Red Robin: *groans and tries to stand up* Don’t ever electrocute me again.
Red Hood: *yelling to the others* He’s fine!
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You might want to check the settings on that chest plate of yours, Jay.
Dick: Tim, I have to ask you a favor. It’s about my clothes…
Jason: *from his bedroom across the hall* Burn them! Burn them all!
Mornings at the Manor…
Tim: I’m losing my mind, guys. I sometimes touch the frayed part of the power cord just to feel something.
Alfred: *swiftly takes a step to the side to hide a frayed wire jutting from the kitchen wall*
Jason: *carefully pries the mug of espresso off Tim’s pale, trembling fingers*
Damian: *stealthily moves the butter knife away from Tim’s grasp*
Dick: *grabs Tim’s face and buries it on his chest in a tight hug*
Bruce: *closes the Gotham Gazette, stands up, then fireman-carries his heavily sleep-deprived son up to his room*
When your sleep-deprived brother’s eager to meet his date to the Wayne Foundation gala…
Tam: *walks into the ballroom*
Tim: *clumsily smoothing down his suit* No! She’s here early! How do I look?
Jason: *eyeing Tim’s ruffled hair, bruised cheek, lopsided bowtie, half-untucked dress shirt and muddy patrol boots* It’s better if you didn’t know.
Inviting your superfriends over for your safe-housewarming…
Arsenal: *talking on the phone* It’s our thing, Dick. Dudesgiving.
Red Hood: *unpacking weapons in the other room* Okay, no matter how many e-mails you send, that’s not real, Roy!
Arsenal: It’s real, man!
Red Hood: It’s not real! We’re not calling it that!
Educating your sister about pop culture be like…
Jason [to Cass]: There was this movie, “Footloose” –
Tim: “Flashdance”.
Jason: Where this plumber chick –
Tim: She was a welder.
Jason: What, were you, like, in the movie?
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Give him a break, Timmy. He was gone for a while, remember?
Jason [to Dick]: Whoa. Where you going in those pants? 1982?
Jason: I’m not so good with the advice… Can I interest you in a sarcastic comment?
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”.