Mission on a luxury liner…

Nightwing: *tries on a skipper hat* I’ve never been a captain before.

Red Hood: I have. I commanded a jet ski through an electrical storm and only had one casualty.

Nightwing: Oh, you mean on that mission with Arsenal? Jet skis only hold two people, Jay.

Red Hood: Exactly. I saved half the crew.


Roy’s fine, by the way. Still just very, very pissed at Jason.

Damian: What’s wrong, Grayson?

Dick: There’s this weird pain right above my eyebrow.

Damian: It’s called a stress headache. I got my first one when I was four.


Because Damian is a grumpy man trapped in a child’s body.

At the Titans Tower…

Nightwing: *sees his name heat-engraved onto a wall*

Nightwing: *sighs wearily*

Nightwing: Uh. What’s this over the “i”?

Supergirl: *eyes glowing red and smoky* It’s a heart.


Because it’s canon that Kara had a bit of a crush on Dick.

Nightwing: Can I ask you a question?

Oracle: No.

Nightwing: This is a business question. It’s nothing personal. I promise.

Oracle: Fine.

Nightwing: Are you wearing new perfume today?

Oracle: How is that a business question?

Nightwing: Well, you’re wearing it at the Batcave. And, it’s… I’m sorry, no offense, but it’s really sexy.

Oracle: Please don’t smell me, Dick.