At a Wayne Foundation gala…
Woman 1 [referring Bruce Wayne’s ward “Richie” Grayson]: He’s smoother than a baby’s bottom!
Woman 2: And he smells better, too!
At a Wayne Foundation gala…
Woman 1 [referring Bruce Wayne’s ward “Richie” Grayson]: He’s smoother than a baby’s bottom!
Woman 2: And he smells better, too!
donna troy: hold up, jason todd?
wally west: isn’t he dead?
dick grayson: he died but he’s fine.
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.
From: “Super Cafe: Teens and Titans” on “How It Should Have Ended” (Season 10, Episode 20)
Trying to eavesdrop on Bruce and Alfred be like…
Dick and Jason: *peering through a vent in the Manor*
Dick: They’ve been in there a while.
Jason: Yep.
Dick: Can’t be good.
Jason: Nope.
Dick: Think they’re talking about me?
Jason: No, I think they’re talking about me.
Dick: Yeah. That makes way more sense.
Alfred and Bruce talking about dinner plans until they realize someone was listening in on them through the vents:
Bruce: They’ve been in there a while.
Alfred: They certainly have.
Bruce: Can’t be good.
Alfred: Of course it isn’t, Master Bruce.
Bruce: Think they’re conspiring against us?
Alfred: No, sir, I suppose they are planning on getting some blackmail material on you.
Bruce: Yeah. That makes sense.
Dick [about Bruce]: “Clingy”? He called me “clingy”?
Tim: *nods*
Dick: Damn.
Dick: I’ve got to call him to make sure everything’s okay.
When you realize that maybe it isn’t a good idea to pair up your two younger brothers for patrol just yet…
Red Robin and Robin: *storm into the Batcave, shoving each other out of the way, and immediately head to opposite directions*
Red Robin: *swearing angrily under his breath*
Robin: -Tt-
Nightwing: Um…
Red Robin: *glowers at Damian while stripping off his uniform*
Robin: *hisses at Tim, grabs Alfred the Cat, and goes upstairs to his bedroom*
Nightwing: So…
Red Robin: The brat followed me home. Can we keep him? Can we keep him? Say no, Dick!
Nightwing: Never give up. That’s what I always tell my friends. They tell me to stop telling them, but I tell them I can’t because that would be giving up.
Nightwing [about Batman]: When he does care, he cares one hundred and crazy percent.
Raising the Robins…
Bruce: Alfred, I know he’s a teenager, but is he suppose to hate me this fast?