When you’re frustrated with your seemingly unfeeling adoptive father…

Red Hood: *internally pulling his teeth out* Alfred gave you some tools to be a quasi-human, Bruce! You just have to use them!

Batman:

Red Hood: *externally screams*

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When one of Batman’s sons is brought in for questioning…

Commisioner Gordon: Are the cuffs really neccessary?

GCPD Officer: He broke both of Officer Wu’s arms, Sir –

Gordon: He what?!

Officer: – while shouting, “Wooo”.

Red Hood: Happy coincidence.

Gordon: Mr. Hood, do we have to sedate you?

Red Hood: Well, I wouldn’t say no to a drink.

Mission on a remote island…

Red Robin: *cutting through jungle foliage with his bo staff* Brat, who are you talking to – Oh, #*$@!!!

Alien: BLARG!

Robin: *standing in front of the nine-foot-tall, Predator-looking creature, ready to defend it* Stop! He is my friend! He’s not going to eat anybody!

Red Hood: *yelling from behind a bush* Yeah! Says you stink too much to eat!

Nightwing: You know, I really think we should try a non-violent approach to resolve this.

Red Hood: I agree, except replace the word “non” with “extremely”, and after the word “violent”, include the phrase "blood explosion extraordinaire"!

Trying to get your brother to make healthier choices be like…

Nightwing: *laying the blueprint for a warehouse across the street on the rooftop deck*

Red Robin: *setting up surveillance equipment*

Robin: *adjusting Goliath’s leash*

Red Hood: *coughs*

Red Robin: Wait a second, are you smoking inside of your helment again?

Red Hood: What? No.

Red Hood: *tries to stifle another cough as smoke comes out of the vents in his helmet* Oops.

Nightwing: *locating Alfred on his communicator* I knew this would happen. And how many snack cakes have you had today?

Red Hood: None.

Nightwing, Red Robin and Robin: *glare at him*

Red Hood: Okay, five… or more. Baker’s dozen at most.

Robin: Do you even know how many there are in a baker’s dozen, Todd?

Red Hood: By my count? Forty-eight.

Dick: *leaning over the sofa in the Wayne Manor library* Wow, Little Wing, you were asleep for a long time. What were you dreaming about?

Jason: *yawning and stretching, swiftly catching the novel that falls from his chest as he gets up* Nothing. I don’t like to dream. I try not to think while I’m sleeping.

Damian: *not looking up from the novel he’s reading at the other side of the room* That’s pretty much how you function while you’re awake, too.

Post-mission debriefing…

Batman: *listening*

Nightwing: At first, it didn’t seem physically possible.

Red Robin: But modern-day technology makes anything possible. It was as easy as Shake-‘N-Bake!

Red Hood: *wiggles eyebrows* And I helped.

Robin: Actually, Todd, I don’t really know if snickering in the corner all night like a prepubescent monkey actually qualifies as help, but it sure was entertaining.