Escaping…
Dick: Do you have any idea how many times I’ve had to get out of handcuffs?
Kori: Whew! Well, thank Zal you’ve been arrested so many times.
Dick: Arrested?
Escaping…
Dick: Do you have any idea how many times I’ve had to get out of handcuffs?
Kori: Whew! Well, thank Zal you’ve been arrested so many times.
Dick: Arrested?
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.
Dick: And it’s not broadening Damian’s horizons. Trust me, Bruce’s idea of horizon broadening is a lot of fights walking home from a lot of jazz tap lessons.
Dick: *pulls Tim and Damian apart* Hey! Enough, you two!
Tim and Damian: *pointing at each other* Tell him that!
Dick: Pretty sure I just did.
Dick: And it’s not broadening Damian’s horizons. Trust me, Bruce’s idea of horizon broadening is a lot of fights walking home from a lot of jazz tap lessons.
Speaks for itself, I think?
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.
On a life raft in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, with dwindling food rations…
Wally: Sorry I ate so much food.
Dick: Yeah, that was a pretty dick move.
Dick: Superman is my spirit guide.
Jason: Did you say man-crush?
Dick: No. I’m pretty sure it was “shut up”.