Batman: *badly bruised, pinned to the ground, and trying to push Solomon Grundy off himself*

Batman: Superman.

Superman: *floating in air*

Batman: What are you doing here?

Superman: *grabs the zombie by the collar, lifts him up until he’s five feet off the ground and glares at him with glowing red eyes*

Superman: Isn’t it obvious? I’m your posse.


True love.

Lunch at Arkham Asylum…

Solomon: I am Grundy.

Harvey: Well, that’s just as fascinating as the first eighty-nine times. What is wrong with The Walking Dead here?

Victor: Well, he don’t know talkin’ good like me and you, so his vocabulistics is limited to “I” and “am” and “Grundy”, exclusively in that order.

Harvey: Well, I tell you what, that’s gonna wear real thin, real fast, bud.