Tag: dick grayson

Barbara: Well, I have a date, too.

Dick: Who is he? What’s his name?

Barbara: His name is… not important. What’s important is, he’s better than you, in every single conceivable way.

Dick: Dang it, Babs! That could be anybody!

Sometime during Nightwing’s “Brothers in Blood” story arc…

BPD Police Officer: Excuse me, I am effecting an arrest!

Red Hood: Great. While you’re at it, arrest him.

Officer: Who?

Nightwing: *angrily screaming at Red Hood while jumping out of an eighth-story window*

Red Hood: *smirks* If for nothing else, that outfit.

Bruce being… suspicious…

Dick: What’s going on? Aha! What are you doing?

Bruce: Nothing. Just enjoying a taste of my favorite beverage, the soda pop.

Dick: Really? I have never seen you enjoy soda pop before.

Bruce: Hn.

Dick: Have some now.

Bruce: *takes a sip* Ah, it’s delicious.

Dick: I don’t buy it. You’re making the same face you made when you found Alfred’s chocolate chip cookie bits in your trail mix.

Dick: Something’s up. I’m patting you down.

Dick: Damn it, nothing but a non-surprisingly toned set of abs.

When Bruce returned from “death”…

Dick: Well, well. If it isn’t Batman himself. Great to see you back in the Batcave, Bruce!

Bruce: Yes.

Dick: There it is, that classic Wayne/Grayson banter. Zingers just flying around. It’s like you never left!

Bruce: No, I most definitely left.

Dick: Hey, this is a kind of a weird request, but would you maybe mind chewing your energy bars with your mouth closed?

Wally: I can’t, and I’m excited to tell you why! I have a new eating method. I realized that open mouths oxygenate the food, so it’s kind of like wine tasting.

Dick: And I hear you, buddy. I really do. It’s just, it’s pretty gross. So maybe just while we’re together, you could keep the old chewer shut?

Dick: Beast Boy, I need you to help Cyborg. Don’t worry about Kid Flash. He’ll be fine. I once saw him fall down three flights of stairs, get up, and keep eating his hot dog, like nothing happened.

Garfield: You’re right. He’s the strongest man we know.

Dick: No.

Jason trying to convince his brothers that he’s the bad ass in the family…

Jason: You know how I’m kind of a sexy bad boy who rides motorcycles into work and is always breaking the rules in the name of justice?

Dick: I don’t like where this is going.

Jason: I also maybe sometimes bring home case files to work on them after hours, and I might not be that great about returning them.

Dick: *facepalms*

Tim: *rolls eyes*

Damian: Tt.