Damian: All I needed was the Batplane, so why is it full of you idiots?
Tim: I wasn’t gonna sit around the Batcave all by myself.
Dick: One of us needed multi-engine time for his pilot’s license.
Jason: And one of us would go pretty much anywhere to piss off your father.
The Batboys, getting off a plane, hands up in surrender, at gunpoint by the Air Force…
Dick: Don’t shoot!
Jason: We’re coming out, don’t shoot!
Air Force: *shouting at them to drop their weapons*
Tim: *cursing under his breath*
Jason: Do not shoot! Guys, it’s okay, I – Q clearance! I’ve got Q clearance!
Damian: Seriously, is that even a real thing?
Colonel: Q clearance? Let’s see about that. What’s your authentication phrase?
Jason: Sweet, dash, 44, tender, dash, 9, hot, dash, juicy. Porkchops.
Tim and Damian: *glaring*
Jason: *shrugs* I didn’t pick it.
Bruce: Because I don’t want it in the Batmobile.
Jason: Well, what do you want me to do, Bruce?
*Jason holds up a used airsickness bag*
Jason: Just throw it out the window?
Bruce: *through gritted teeth* Obviously.
Jason: Oh.
*Jason throws the bag out the car window, hitting Damian*
Damian: TODD!
Jason: Ha, ha!
Tim: You’re just doing this to spite me.
Damian: And?
Bruce: How could he [Damian] pick Dick [as Batman] over me?
Alfred: The mind fairly boggles.
Bruce: Exactly! Wait. Was that sarcasm?
Alfred: No, sir.
Bruce: Oh, good, because your opinion matters. And since you seem unclear on the concept, that was sarcasm.
Alfred: Well played, sir.
Bruce: Thank you… Thank you.
Jason: There’s a sniper out there whose bullet can start World War III and you idiots are tying up Wayne Tech resources on high school bullshit!
Dick: Yeah.
Damian: Yeah.
Tim: Nooo…
Jason: ‘Cause I really don’t see a downside to that Red Hood-wise…
*picks up a gun holster*
Jason: Here, load up. Should be a big box of grenades around here somewhere.
Jason: There’s a sniper out there whose bullet can start World War III and you idiots are tying up Wayne Tech resources on high school bullshit!
Dick: Yeah.
Damian: Yeah.
Tim: Nooo…
Jason: ‘Cause I really don’t see a downside to that Red Hood-wise…
*picks up a gun holster*
Jason: Here, load up. Should be a big box of grenades around here somewhere.
Tim: You’re just doing this to spite me.
Damian: And?
Bruce: Because I don’t want it in the Batmobile.
Jason: Well, what do you want me to do, Bruce?
*Jason holds up a used airsickness bag*
Jason: Just throw it out the window?
Bruce: *through gritted teeth* Obviously.
Jason: Oh.
*Jason throws the bag out the car window, hitting Damian*
Damian: TODD!
Jason: Ha, ha!
The Batboys, getting off a plane, hands up in surrender, at gunpoint by the Air Force…
Dick: Don’t shoot!
Jason: We’re coming out, don’t shoot!
Air Force: *shouting at them to drop their weapons*
Tim: *cursing under his breath*
Jason: Do not shoot! Guys, it’s okay, I – Q clearance! I’ve got Q clearance!
Damian: Seriously, is that even a real thing?
Colonel: Q clearance? Let’s see about that. What’s your authentication phrase?
Jason: Sweet, dash, 44, tender, dash, 9, hot, dash, juicy. Porkchops.
Tim and Damian: *glaring*
Jason: *shrugs* I didn’t pick it.
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