What people think Batman thinks about when he’s lying down on his king-sized bed all alone in the wee hours of the morning after patrol while staring at the ceiling: JUSTICE.

What he really thinks about: How can I know so much about the bonds of chemicals yet so little about the bonds of friendship?

Batman: Good job out there, Rayner.

Green Lantern: That means a lot coming from you, Mr. Batman, sir.

Green Lantern: *conjures up a cellphone construct*

Green Lantern: So, maybe if you could say it again to my Snapchat for a keepsake, that’d be amazing.

Batman: *glaring*

Green Lantern: Or, you know, we can do it later. I’ll just remember the phrasing.

Batman: Good job out there, Rayner.

Green Lantern: That means a lot coming from you, Mr. Batman, sir.

Green Lantern: *conjures up a cellphone construct*

Green Lantern: So, maybe if you could say it again to my Snapchat for a keepsake, that’d be amazing.

Batman: *glaring*

Green Lantern: Or, you know, we can do it later. I’ll just remember the phrasing.