In the middle of a gunfight with Black Mask’s men…
Arsenal: You’ve got time to make phone calls now?? Who the heck was that?
Red Hood: Just a girl. On again, off again, jail again. Long story we don’t have time for.
In the middle of a gunfight with Black Mask’s men…
Arsenal: You’ve got time to make phone calls now?? Who the heck was that?
Red Hood: Just a girl. On again, off again, jail again. Long story we don’t have time for.
Red Hood/Arsenal, a bromance…
Roy: What if I’m past saving?
Jason: I’ve been past saving. You didn’t walk away and I’m not going to walk away.
Stakeout…
Arsenal: *cracks open a cold one* Hey, want a beer?
Red Hood: Nah. I prefer to be sober when risking my life.
“Safe house hunting” for you and your best friend…
Realtor [about Jason]: Don’t worry. A lot of men don’t really focus until it is time to negotiate.
Roy: Well, that man doesn’t focus unless an international conspiracy is threating to ruin his life.
That time your best frend hit rock bottom…
Jason: You’re really hard to shop for, Roy. What do you get the guy who has, well, nothing?
After hearing that Jason found a new safe house roommate…
Roy: You know, I’m a little hurt, Jaybird. You never spruced the place up when I was here.
Jason: That’s because he’s a paying renter, Roy. Not someone who detonates explosives in the solarium.
Roy: Oh, crap!
Jason: *playing with Lian* What?
Roy: I just took this baby-proofing quiz and our safe house is a death trap.
Arsenal: *carrying an unconscious thug* Geez, this guy’s heavy.
Red Hood: Well, bad guys don’t count carbs, buddy.
Leaving a message on your best friend’s voicemail be like…
Jason [to Roy]: I know I was a jerk the other night…
Jason: Which I am fully ready to blame on alcohol or global warming or my allergy to neon.
Roy: *reading a stinky and soggy instruction manual*
30 minutes ago…
Jason: Why are the instructions in the trash can?
Roy: Because I don’t think I need instructions to put together a little girl’s bed.