Tag: dick grayson

When you’ve gotta go rescue your eldest brother…

Red Hood: Well, I guess that settles that! I mean, it’s not like we can just waltz into enemy territory and… Well, I certainly can’t.

Robin: Can’t? Or won’t?

Red Hood: Both, either, all! They’d shoot me on sight, Little D.

Red Hood: And if you want Big D so damn bad, you can go get him your–

* sound of Batmobile tires screeching *

Red Hood: Huh. I didn’t think he’d actually do it.

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Really, Jay? You thought Dami was beyond doing something like that?

On an overloaded plane over the Atlantic Ocean…

Nightwing: Hello? Time’s a bit of a factor here!

Red Hood: Tim, for the love of bats, man, jump!

Red Robin: Just throw out the kryptonite!

Red Hood: What?! No! I’m not telling Bruce I lost the original hundred pounds of –

Nightwing and Red Robin: Kilos!

Red Hood: Whatever unit of measurement – of kryptonite! Plus, all this kryptonite! Do you have any idea how pissed he’d be?

Nightwing: Well, the alternative is a belly-landing in a swamp filled with alligators!

Red Hood: No. No, no, no. No. What if, um…

Red Robin: Jason! Alligators or Bruce!

Red Hood: What’s the difference?! They’re both cold-blooded prehistoric monsters!

Stranded in a swamp…

Red Robin: Why are you so scared of crocodiles?

Red Hood: Gee, I don’t know, Tim. Maybe deep down, I’m afraid of any apex predator that lived through the K-T extinction.

Red Robin: The…?

Red Hood: Physically unchanged for 100 million years, because it’s the perfect killing machine – a half-ton of cold-blooded fury, with a bite force of 20,000 Newtons, and stomach acid so strong it can dissolve bones and hooves. And now we’re surrounded, those snake-eyes are watching from the shadows, waiting for the night –

Nightwing: ♪ Waiting for the night! ♪

Robin: Damn it, Grayson!

Nightwing: ♪ Ooh-hoo! ♪

Red Hood: Keep your voice down!

Nightwing: Why?! Crocodiles don’t have ears!

Red Hood: They absolutely have ears, dickhead!

When you’re stranded in the middle of wherever and calling your family’s all you’ve got…

Red Robin: What.

Red Hood [on the Comm Link]: Timbo, hey, shut up. I need you to wire me a thousand dollars.

Red Robin: Wow.

Red Hood: Yeah.

Red Robin: No.

Red Hood: Yes!

Red Robin: No!

Red Hood: Oh, for – Then just lemme talk to Babs!

Oracle: Absolutely not. Huh? Because pick any one of an infinite number of reasons! Yeah, okay, hang on…

Spoiler: Mmmmyeah, no, I would, but Cass and I can’t really leave the mall at the moment… But I can transfer you…

Lark: No, I seriously thought you were joking. Yeah, hang on…

Robin: *sinister laughter*

Red Hood: Okay. Okay! Lemme talk to Dick!

Red Hood: Dick?! Dick, listen, I –

Nightwing: Noop.

Red Hood: – need you to –

Nightwing: Noop.

Red Hood: Stop saying “noop”!

Nightwing: Noop, Jason. Noop. And it’s gonna sound like I’m hanging up, but — *static*

a-wayne-at-heart:

Bomb diffusal…

Robin [on the Comm Link]: What’s going on?

Superboy: The timer sped up!

Robin: What? Did you cut the green one?

Kid Flash: Yes. Roger. Steven. Whoever!

Robin: What were the last two letters?

Kid Flash: B as in Butthole!

Superboy: Dick, what do we do here?

Kid Flash: And M as in Mancy.

Robin: What?

Supeboy: M as in what?

Kid Flash: Mancy. What did you think I said?

Robin: Nancy! You idiot!

Superboy: Dick, tell me what to do!

Robin: So, do ya’ll have parachutes?

Superboy: No!

Robin: Well that would be, you know, problem solved.

Superboy: Dick!

Robin: I don’t know. Push it off with your big-ass hands! Good luck, dude.

When the mission gone awry and Red Robin’s going into anaphylactic shock.

Robin: Tapes! We have to find and destroy the tapes! There must be some sort of recording device somewhere and –

Robin: Why are you still standing there? Go!

Nightwing: But what about Tim??

Robin: I’ll buy you a new one!