Red Hood: *horrified, slowly backing away from the rest of the Batfamily*

Red Hood: One near-death experience and you go all warm and cuddly on me?!

~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~

First of all, near-death? Well, they’ve seen you go through death-death, so. Secondly, come on. Admit it, Jay. You’re horrified at how much you appreciate it.

At the Watchtower…

Batman and Superman: *watching footage of Nightwing fighting a horde of alien assassins in Blüdhaven*

Batman:

Batman: *walks away*

Superman: Where are you going? Dick needs our help.

Batman: He will be fine.

Superman: How do you know?

Batman: Because I trained him.

~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~

Batman, internally: Also, Clark, what makes you think that I’m not walking away to speak with Alfred in private and ask him to round up my other children to come help out their big brother, my eldest son?

Commissioner Gordon: *throws his hands up in frustration* It’s a theory!

Batman: *crouching on a gargoyle* It’s my gut.

Commissioner Gordon: Does your gut have any evidence we can bring to a prosecutor?

~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~

Don’t believe him, Jim. “Gut” actually stands for “I’ve done all the research humanly possible for this particular matter and I don’t have time to explain all of it to you right now. Plus, I really prefer to keep my work a secret.”

Bruce [about Damian]: I have no idea what’s gotten into him.

Alfred: Really? He reminds me of somebody else I know… Let’s see: He’s haughty, stubborn, temperamental, and loyal to a fault. He’s you, Bruce.

Bruce: That’s disturbingly insightful.