In the middle of a jungle mission and both of Tim’s legs are broken…

Robin: Well, we definitely can’t leave Drake!

Red Hood: We have to. Tim, I’m sorry – 

Red Robin: No, you’re not.

Red Hood: I am, actually, which whatever, but –

Robin: *cocks and aims one of Jason’s guns at him* We are not leaving Drake!

Red Hood: What do you even think you’re doing?

Robin: I AM TAKING COMMAND!

Red Hood and Red Robin: *look at each other*

Red Hood and Red Robin: *laugh hysterically*

Red Hood: Oh my goodness! *wiping tears from his eyes* Okay. Thanks, little D. I think we needed that.

Red Robin: *clutching his belly and sighing blissfully* We did. We really did.

Mission in the jungle. Red Robin’s bewildered. Robin’s pissed.

Red Hood: … because nobody made you two come here! I didn’t put a gun to your heads – 

* Flashback to Jason holding two guns and entering Tim and Damian’s bedroom at the Manor *

Red Hood: – I mean, not literally to your heads.

Jason: How are we going to get past them without a gun fight?

Tim: I’ll tell you how John McClane would do it. The vents.

Jason: Ah, blast the A/C, they get chilly, they leave to find sweaters.

Tim: No, we’re gonna climb through them.

Jason: Even better. Classic use of vents.

Jason: Hey, you idiots wanna hear my plan or not?

Jason:Alright… Suggestion?

Tim: About what?

Jason: What are we talking about? Stopping Bruce from selling Wayne Tech to Lex Corp!

Damian: You said you had a plan.

Jason: My plan is to crowdsource a plan!

In the Batcave, an unconscious and injured Dick on the gurney… 

Jason: Tim, better pill up. You’re assisting Alfred with the surgery.

Tim: Why me?

Jason: You’re good at math.

Tim: How’s that supposed to help?

Jason: Can’t hurt.

On a secret mission…

Red Hood: So, obviously I’m not happy about this whole arrangement, but…

Red Robin: But Bruce is, so…

Red Hood: But I wonder what Dick thinks about…

Red Robin: Nightwing’s not “need to know” this.

Red Hood: Wow. “Open purse, remove balls,” huh?