That one time Superman wasn’t fast enough to do Robin’s homework…

Bruce: I assume you finished reading “Lord of the Flies” for your book report?

Dick: Mm-hm.

Bruce: Oh, good. How did you like it?

Dick: I thought it was… a timeless American classic.

Bruce: I see. So tell me, what is it about?

Dick: You mean the book?

Bruce: Yes, the book.

Dick: It’s called “Lord of the Flies”. And it’s about a really big fly that all the other flies pray to.


So, no more secret adventures with Clark for a while, Dick. You’re the son of the World’s Greatest Detective.


Also, Jason would’ve been able to answer all those questions without batting an eyelash.

After finding out that Red Hood’s a former Robin…

Superman: I know this comes as a shock to you –

Batman: Please, Clark. If I had a nickel for every time one of my sons died, got resurrected by an assassin overlord’s daughter, and came back as a lethal antihero, I’d haVE A NICKEL!

Batman:

Justice League:

Batman: *has four pairs of pixie boots under his cape and two domino mask-covered pairs of eyes peeking out of it*

Justice League:

Superman: So, Bruce… Why didn’t you tell us you had children?

Batman: Okay, here’s the deal. I didn’t want you to know.


Because he works alone, okay?

When Batman gets a cold…

Superman: Bruce, don’t you think you’re overreacting?

Batman: *rummaging through his file cabinets and lab equipment in the Batcave*

Batman: When I’m lying comatose in a hospital, relying on inferior minds to cure me, these cultures and my accompanying notes will give them a fighting chance, Clark.

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Shoot at him. Set him on fire. Send him to alternate dimensions not compatible with human survival. Just… not the common cold.

After years of melodramatic friendship…

Batman: *outside the Fortress of Solitude* Knock, knock.

Superman: Who’s there?

Batman: Hrrrn. You’re there.

Superman: And I’ll always be there, Bruce.


Just open the darn door, Clark. And quit it with this passphrase-for-best friends-only routine.