Defending your best friend’s eating habits be like…

Dick: Let’s face it: a well-fed Wally is hardly a model of emotional stability. Now, deprive him of food and, stage by stage, it’s a slow descent into madness.

Teaming up with your hypermetabolic speedster best friend on a case be like…

Wally: If we’re going to work, you got any food around here?

Dick: I have three TV dinners.

Wally: No. I need some food with a little bit more food in it.

Convincing your ridiculously attractive best friend to “take one for the team” on a seduction mission…

Wally [to Dick]: Do you have any of those shirts that look wet all the time? Or, like, green scaly briefs? Oh! You know what’s always sexy? Finger stripes.

When asked what happened between Batman and Robin (or when the Titans learned which topics to avoid over dinner)…

Nightwing: Lose it? I didn’t lose it. It’s not like, “Whoops! Where’d my job go?” I QUIT. Someone pass me the asparagus.