When The Flash messes with the timeline yet again…

Future Jason: Okay. If you’re me… then tell me something only I would know.

Jason: Dick Grayson. We were, uh… 15. He made us try on his Nightwing suit from the 80′s. It was gold and blue. And satiny. And you know what? We kind of liked it.

Future Jason: Touché.   

Dick: *walks into the Batcave wearing the 80′s version of his Nightwing suit* 

Dick: Well, excuse me, my fashion-impaired siblings. I am here to tell you that collars are back.

Jason: And that, this time, they’ve ganged up to form one giant, super collar!

When comic book writers keep changing their minds…

Tim [about Dick and Barbara]: I thought tonight was your big anniversary dinner.

Dick: Yeah. There’s been a little change of plans. We’re breaking up instead.

Collateral damage on the job…

Dick: You broke a little girl’s leg?

Tim: I know. It was an accident. I feel horrible, okay?

Jason: *mockingly picks up a newspaper and reads it* Says here a Muppet got whacked on Sesame Street last night. Where exactly were you around ten-ish?

Jason: Hey, so you’re planning a surprise birthday party for the old Bat? I think he’s onto you.

Dick: Yeah, so please, please, please don’t say anything to Bruce.

Jason: You want me to lie to him?

Dick: Is that a problem?

Jason: Nah.

Hanging out at Red Hood’s ultra-pristine safe house be like…

Dick: *stretching out on the couch*

Tim: *tries to grab remote control*

Damian: *slaps Tim’s hand away*

Jason: *walks into room carrying a tray of chips and soda cans*

Jason: Feet. On. The. Floor. Or come over no more.

Feet: *on the floor in a second flat*