Nightwing: *watches as Jason meticulously tucks his shirt into his cargo pants* When would you use an underwear gun?
Red Hood: Hopefully never.
Nightwing: *watches as Jason meticulously tucks his shirt into his cargo pants* When would you use an underwear gun?
Red Hood: Hopefully never.
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.
Red Robin: Please tell me that’s a smoke grenade.
Red Hood: Okay.
Red Hood: It’s not, though.
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.
Tim: What are you doing?
Jason: Uh, none-of-your-business-ing.
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?
Red Robin: I thought you were gonna shoot me.
Red Hood: The day’s not over.