When your adoptive father sends you to a remote jungle to find your older brother…

Red Robin: Okay. *takes a deep breath* 

Red Robin: I’m one of the smartest people in the world.

Red Robin: *swatting at giant leaves and mosquitoes* Then why is it so difficult to locate that 225-pound wiseass???


Jay owes you coffee big time, Timmy.

When you forget to power down your suit and surprise chest-bump your brother…

Red Hood: *kneeling over Tim, slapping his face* Timbo, come on! Come on, say something –

Red Robin: *groans and tries to stand up* Don’t ever electrocute me again.

Red Hood: *yelling to the others* He’s fine! 


You might want to check the settings on that chest plate of yours, Jay.

Mission debriefing…

Nightwing: *holding a pair of handcuffs* This was supposed to be for our, um, frisky business.

Robin: I have an IQ of 200. Do you really think I don’t understand what you guys are talking about?

Red Hood: You might know what we’re talking about, but you won’t understand until you’re eighteen.

Red Hood: *peeking from behind a steel crate at Black Mask’s armed henchmen, who are searching the premises for them*

Red Robin: *waiting as data from the mainframe computer downloads onto a portable device*    

Red Hood: *reloads his guns*

Red Hood: Timbo, how much do you trust me?

Red Robin: Probably more than I should.