When your old team meets your new team…
Arsenal: *flying around the safe house on Bizarro’s back*
Artemis: Is that the old friend who almost got you killed a few years ago?
Red Hood: *grinning proudly* Yeah, like six times.
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When your best friend wants to officially introduce your team of outlaws to Batman…
Arsenal: I’d rather not be the cause of further estrangement between you and your dad, Dude.
Red Hood: To be fair, my “dad” was already “estrange” before you met him. *finger-guns*
Roy: You know, you still owe me that fifty bucks.
Jason: *gestures to Bruce* Talk to my dad, bro.
And thus a sacred pact was uttered…
Red Hood: We ride together, we die together.
Arsenal: Bad boys for life!
When he’s fed up with Jason…
Roy: How many sarcastic pills did you take this morning?!
Undercover as police officers…
Roy: Look, it obviously starts with… “You have the right to remain silent…”
Jason: *whispering* “You have the right to an attorney.”
Roy [to thug]: You have the right to remain… an attorney.
Thug: Did you just say “You have the right to be an attorney”?
Roy: You do have the right to be an attorney if you want to.
Jason: *groans*
Reconciling with your best friend (and trying to play it cool) be like…
Jason: So, how about we make a couple of ground rules.
Roy: Actually, that sounds good. Okay, no hugs.
Jason: Wouldn’t want one. No apologies.
Roy: Wouldn’t accept one.
Red Hood: Bruce, Alfred, I have made a very important decision. I’m moving out.
Robin: Yes.
Red Hood: And moving in with Roy and Bizarro.
Alfred: My goodness.
Batman: *grunts*
Arsenal: Oh, yeaaah. Video games and beer all day and all night…
Artemis: *knocking on the door and entering* Oh, I’m sorry.
Artemis [to Jason]: Can I talk to you for a second? It’s kind of important.
Red Hood: *walks out of the room with Artemis*
Arsenal: *rolls his eyes* Talk about your third wheel.
When your partner has a drinking problem and you’ve got to come to his rescue…
Red Hood [on the Comm Link]: Roy, where are you?
Arsenal: You know the store on the corner? About 500 miles from there.
Mornings at the Manor…
Tim: *wakes up, yawns, stretches, sees “3:30” on his phone clock*
Tim: …
Tim: Uh. What are you doing here?
Roy: *bruised, bloodied, in a tattered Arsenal uniform, and perched on the window sill*
Roy: Your brother’s gonna wake up mad at me. When he does, be sure to remind him who his best friend is.