Aboard one of Black Mask’s private planes…
Pilot: *looking out the window* What’s he doing?
Red Hood: *suction-cupped to the plane door, destroying it with his fists*
Co-pilot: He’s being Red Hood.
Aboard one of Black Mask’s private planes…
Pilot: *looking out the window* What’s he doing?
Red Hood: *suction-cupped to the plane door, destroying it with his fists*
Co-pilot: He’s being Red Hood.
Red Robin: Hey. Don’t die again.
Red Hood: That’s the plan.
Barbara: Do you think it’s easy for me to see you with somebody else?
Dick: You know what? Hey – You’re the one who ended it! Remember?
Barbara: Yeah, because I was mad at you! Not because I stopped loving you!
Tim: I’m going to go talk to Bruce right now because I am emotionally mature.
Jason: Show off.
Damian: Drake, I’ve been meaning to tell you something…
Tim: Yeah?
Damian: You suck.
At the safe house…
Doorbell: *buzzes*
Jason: *sighs* It’s Morse code. It’s Damian.
Roy: How do you know?
Jason: Because the doorbell just said, “It’s me, morons”.
Tim: *carefully running his hands over the dusty velvet Davenport in the Manor living room*
Bruce: …
Alfred: …
Dick: …
Damian: *smirks*
Jason: *shrugs* The Vicodin seems to be working. He claims that it makes the furniture feel friendly.
Jason, this is not what your adoptive father meant when he asked you to watch over your sleep-deprived, younger brother while they were gone.
Red Hood: I don’t really do well with change, I guess.
Batman: Well, you’re better than I am.
Red Hood: The pyramids are better at change than you are.
Red Hood: … It’s a joke! Hey, I was being affectionate.
Batman: *loading the Batplane with heavy new equipment from Wayne Tech*
Catwoman: Bruce, you’re going to a war zone in a week. Please, don’t be a hero. Please, just don’t be you.
Red Robin: Jason, what are you doing here?
Red Hood: What are you doing here?
Red Robin: I don’t know. Following you to a bad part of town and saving your life. You know, the usual. Your turn.