Robin: *driving (or, more accurately, a forehead just above the steering wheel)*

Red Hood: *in the passenger seat, looking out the window*

Red Hood: Why is everyone so non-violent here? We’re not that far from Gotham City.

Dick: I can’t believe you bugged my apartment, Little D! That’s terrible!

Damian: No, “terrible” is having to listen to you and that moron West yammer on for four hours about which sandwich you would bring if you were stranded on an island.

When you just want to give your best friend’s troubled, adoptive son some advice…

Superman: I wanted to have a private word with you, Jason… Pardon the intrusion.

Red Hood: On this moment? Or my life in general?

Finding out that your brother’s being hunted down by mercenaries be like…

Nightwing: Jason! What are you doing here?

Red Hood: Someone needs to protect the little bird, huh?

Red Robin: Well, that’s very thoughful. Thank you very much, I guess.

Red Hood: Plus, I didn’t want to miss any gunplay. Come on!

Red Robin: *referring to Damian’s sword* Drop it, brat.

Robin: *tightening his grip* Can’t do that, Drake.

Red Hood: Guys, guys, guys, guys. Let’s just, let’s just take a minute here. Remember, we’re a family –

Red Robin and Robin: Stay in the car!

Red Hood: Technically, I still have one foot in the car –

Tim: Drop it, brat.

Damian: Can’t do that, Drake.

Jason: Guys, guys, guys, guys. Let’s just, let’s just take a minute here. Remember, we’re a family –

Tim and Damian: Stay in the car!

Jason: Technically, I still have one foot in the car.