Mission on a luxury liner…

Nightwing: *tries on a skipper hat* I’ve never been a captain before.

Red Hood: I have. I commanded a jet ski through an electrical storm and only had one casualty.

Nightwing: Oh, you mean on that mission with Arsenal? Jet skis only hold two people, Jay.

Red Hood: Exactly. I saved half the crew.


Roy’s fine, by the way. Still just very, very pissed at Jason.

Damian: You’re just as selfish as I am, Drake! You’re just not as good at it yet.

Tim: You’re right. I could never be as good as you. Probably because I actually care.

Damian: Profound, but technically meaningless.


Dami does, too. He just won’t admit it to himself. *shrugs*

Damian: What’s wrong, Grayson?

Dick: There’s this weird pain right above my eyebrow.

Damian: It’s called a stress headache. I got my first one when I was four.


Because Damian is a grumpy man trapped in a child’s body.

When you hear squeaky rat noises in the Batcave…

Jason: Extraordinary events call for extraordinary actions. We form an allegiance –

Tim: Sure.

Jason: – to use sudden violence.

Tim: Okay.

Jason: Do you have the tools to turn your bo staff into a stake?


A little overkill, don’t you think, boys? Also, Damian won’t be too happy about this.

Red Robin: *typing away on the Batcomputer, sipping coffee from a pitcher through a straw*

Red Hood: Hey, Timbo?

Red Robin: What?

Red Hood: You wanna pull a prank on Dames?

Red Robin: Not right now, but ask me again ten years ago.