Bomb diffusal…

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

Superboy: The timer sped up!

Robin: What? Did you cut the green wire?

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’ve been, you know, problem solved.

Superboy: Dick!

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

Damian: All I needed was the Batplane, so why is it full of you idiots?

Tim: I wasn’t gonna sit around the Batcave all by myself.

Dick: One of us needed multi-engine time for his pilot’s license.

Jason: And one of us would go pretty much anywhere to piss off your father.

The Batboys, getting off a plane, hands up in surrender, at gunpoint by the Air Force…

Dick: Don’t shoot!

Jason: We’re coming out, don’t shoot!

Air Force: *shouting at them to drop their weapons*

Tim: *cursing under his breath*

Jason: Do not shoot! Guys, it’s okay, I – Q clearance! I’ve got Q clearance!

Damian: Seriously, is that even a real thing?

Colonel: Q clearance? Let’s see about that. What’s your authentication phrase?

Jason: Sweet, dash, 44, tender, dash, 9, hot, dash, juicy. Porkchops.

Tim and Damian: *glaring*

Jason: *shrugs* I didn’t pick it.