Conner: Wait, you signed up to go to Mars? When?
Tim: A couple of years ago.
Conner: Where was I?
Tim: *shrugs* We were fighting.
… and the resulting lack of sleep led to some very interesting decisions.
Conner: Wait, you signed up to go to Mars? When?
Tim: A couple of years ago.
Conner: Where was I?
Tim: *shrugs* We were fighting.
… and the resulting lack of sleep led to some very interesting decisions.
Damian: *watching Conner and Jon play catch in midair* I want a brother.
Jason: You can have mine *gestures to Tim*, but he’s kind of an idiot.
Dami, three not enough for you?
Bomb diffusal…
Robin [on the Comm Link]: What’s going on?
Superboy: The timer sped up!
Robin: What? Did you cut the green one?
Kid Flash: Yes. Roger. Steven. Whoever!
Robin: What were the last two letters?
Kid Flash: B as in Butthole!
Superboy: Dick, what do we do here?
Kid Flash: And M as in Mancy.
Robin: What?
Supeboy: M as in what?
Kid Flash: Mancy. What did you think I said?
Robin: Nancy! You idiot!
Superboy: Dick, tell me what to do!
Robin: So, do ya’ll have parachutes?
Superboy: No!
Robin: Well that would be, you know, problem solved.
Superboy: Dick!
Robin: I don’t know. Push it off with your big-ass hands! Good luck, dude.
When your teammate’s got an extra voucher to an eat-all-you-can buffet…
Dick [to Conner]: It’s a good thing you brought me rather than Wally. He’d eat everything here. Literally. I’m not exaggerating.
Kon: How are you?
Tim: Everyone keeps asking me that. I don’t know how to answer that question!
Conner: What’s your favorite food? (And coffee beans are off the table.)
Tim: I take a piece of Skittles and put it between two Starbursts.
Conner: Are you busy? And writing “Star Trek” fan fiction doesn’t count.
Tim: Ha ha.
Tim: And I finished that last week.
Tim: *says he swears he sees Kon’s framed photo on his wall move by itself from time to time*
Jason: Your safe house isn’t haunted, bro. You’re lonely.
Catching up with your best friend be like…
Conner: Hey, buddy, how’ve you be –
Tim: I once forgot to brush my teeth for five weeks. I didn’t actually sell my last motorcycle; I just forgot where I parked it. I don’t know who Lady Gaga is and now I’m afraid to ask.
He hasn’t slept in three days, is what he meant to say, Kon.
When your best friend misses you and wants to hang out but you’re exhausted from patrol and really just not in the mood…
Tim: Metropolis has a lot of stuff and people, but I like to nothing and hang out with no one, so no, thank you, Kon. And I love you, but no, thank you.