Nightwing: *walking away from a very intoxicated Kid Flash, who had apparently discovered a special beer formulated for speedsters*

Wonder Girl: … ?

Nightwing: He’s been grilling me about where circus performers go when they die.

Damian: *gagged and strapped to the dinosaur’s leg in the Batcave*

Dick: Guys. Cut him down from there.

Jason: *looks to Tim for approval*

Tim: The kid’s a pain in the butt!

Dick: *sighs* Yeah, but he’s our pain in the butt. So, cut him down before Bruce gets back.

Lip-reading your adoptive father’s phone conversations with colleagues be like…

Nightwing: Bruce’s mouth hasn’t moved in three and a half minutes.

Red Hood: *shrugs* Maybe Hal’s got him on hold.

Red Robin: No, no. His nostrils are flaring, he’s pacing like a maniac, and he just switched his phone from his right hand to his left hand like he wants to punch someone.


Very few beings in the Multiverse can make Batman lose his cool like a Green Lantern can.