When your freelance vigilante business is in full swing…
Arsenal: *checks online bank account*
Arsenal: Fifty thousand dollars? That’s fifty thousand lottery tickets!
Red Hood: *facepalms and walks away*
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Brainstorming with your brothers be like…
Nightwing, Red Hood, and Robin: *stare expectantly at Tim, waiting for his approval*
Red Robin: Did you all hit your heads on each other’s heads?
Fighting with “yourself” be like…
Earth 261564817’s Red Hood: I’ve been counting our bullets. One of us it out.
Our Red Hood: Is it you?
Theirs: Yes.
Ours: Why would you tell me that?
Discussing how to get back at your bully of a tiny brother…
Jason: Why don’t you give Damian one of those pills you take? That’ll make him give up on his dreams.
Tim: Relaxarex doesn’t make you give up on your dreams! That’s a side effect!
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In which Jason’s jaw drops. That’s a real thing? I was kidding, Timbo… C’mere, let me – stop pushing – let me hug you.
Red Hood: Don’t tell me what I can’t do! What are you, Cosmo’s July quiz?
Nightwing:
Red Hood:
Nightwing: What?
Red Hood: What?
So he likes to read. Big whoop, Dick.
Overheard from within the Manor game room at 4:15 AM…
Jason [to Tim]: Once you reach Level 16, you can see the color blurple.
Or the moment Bruce realized that his sons were never going to sleep. (They really do take after him.)
Getting to know the rogues be like…
Harley Quinn: I’m a shrink, toots. Words are my weapons.
Red Hood: And I’m the Red Hood. Weapons are my weapons.
Mornings at the Manor…
Alfred: *preparing servings of Eggs Benedict*
Bruce: *reading the Gotham Gazette*
Dick: *choosing among his alphabetically arranged cereals*
Damian: *feeding grains to Jerry the Turkey by hand while whistling Beethoven’s “Symphony No. 9”.
Tim: *grappling with Jason, who’s tightly holding onto the last packet of instant coffee in the Manor, on the kitchen floor*
Tim: I’ll imaginary-sleep when I’m imaginary-dead!
When you’re feeling underappreciated by your best friend…
Arsenal [to Red Hood]: Oh, I already know what your next obituary will say: Jason Peter Todd, he had the very. BeST. FRIENDS.
When you’re sick and tired of hearing about how your best friend “once died”…
Arsenal: Thanks for sharing, Jaybird. Wow, you really put the “me” in team.
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