Downtime at the mall…

Damian: Todd, can we go to Banana Republic? There’s a mannequin there that I have a crush on.

Jason: Kid, that is the most pathetic thing I’ve ever… *sees mannequin*

Jason: Oh, crap, she’s beautiful!

When you have occasional alliances with rogues with doctorates…

Harley Quinn: First of all, Bats, let me assure ya that Jason’s antics are perfectly normal for a sixteen-year-old (who, ya know, came back from the dead).

Batman: Actually, he’s nineteen, Harleen.

Harley Quinn: Oh, dear. Dear, dear, dear, dear, dear.

Raising a Robin…

Bruce: Alfred, Jason’s having girl troubles. You’d better go talk to him.

Alfred: It’s clown troubles, Sir. That’s your responsibility.

Bruce: I thought I was in charge of bedtime stories and “dying pets”?

Alfred: Yes. Well, we’re adding clowns.

Bruce: Hn. Fine. But you just bought yourself “ear piercing” and “strange new feelings”.

Red Hood: *gets into the state-of-the-art vehicle Tim designed for him* Strap me in, nerd!

Red Robin: To me, “nerd” stands for “Not Even Remotely Dorky”. So, thank you. Thank you for the compliment.

Spying on a criminal from a rooftop be like…

Red Robin: Now all I have to do is think of a clever line before I catch this guy.

Red Robin: *pauses to think*

Red Robin: Oh, that’s a perfect one. But I don’t need to say it out loud ‘cause I’m by myself.

Damian [about Jon]: I need some candy for our first playdate, but I don’t want to come on too strong.

Jason: M&M’s?

Damian: Well, if I pick plain, he’ll think I’m cheap. And if I pick peanut, he may have an allergy. You just killed him, Todd!

Jason: *shrugs* How about Charleston Chew?

Damian: What is this, Brooklyn in the fifties? Don’t just say stuff.

Jason: You asked for my help, then you don’t want it.

Alfred: Excuse me, Master Damian, but why not consider an Almond Joy? It looks like you only brought something for yourself, but then you just happen to have two pieces.

Damian: Finally, a real suggestion!

Jason: *gets a piece of Almond Joy from the tray* If he doesn’t like coconut, you’re screwed.