When Conner tells Tim that he’s considering moving to space to get in touch with his Kryptonian roots…

Conner: Okay, we need to talk.

Tim: I’m sorry, Clone Boy, I can’t understand you. You’ve developed some accent from that new planet you might move to!

At a mission briefing in the Titans Tower…

Tim: So, basically, we’re completely swamped. All hands on deck.

Tara: I don’t even work for this team…

Tim: Don’t care. I need anyone with a pulse and a brain to pitch in.

Bart: *walks in* Tim, do you need help with anything?

Tim: No, we’re good, thanks. In fact, you can head home early.

Why Conner thinks Tim’s a hipster…

Tim: I only listen to, like, Gothamite death reggae and Halloween sound effects records from the 1950s.

Because Tim canonically listens to Depeche Mode and Enya. And his best bud canonically discovered his CDs.

Tim catching up with Conner about what his best (hybrid clone) friend has been learning so far…

Conner: *excitedly* I know Word.

Conner: And I can open a document.

Conner: “Save it”. “Save as”.

Conner: “Print”. “Print preview”!