Red Robin: We should tell Bruce.

Red Hood: Or we don’t tell him so he doesn’t get pissed at us again.

Red Robin: I like where this is going.

Red Hood: It’s going. That’s it. It went.


Oh, please, Mr. Timothy “I Lie to Batman” Drake.

Doing dishes at the safe house…

Jason: Did you put hydrochloric acid in this mug?

Roy: Oh, yeah. I was trying to get the stains out.

Jason: You know, soap would work, and it wouldn’t kill someone if they accidentally drank it.

Roy: But soap leaves a film.

Mornings at the Manor (and it’s Jason’s turn to cook breakfast)…

Tim: *takes a bite* It tastes familiar.

Dick: Uhhh… Beef?

Tim: No.

Jason Chicken? I’ll take chicken.

Damian: What does it taste like, Drake?

Tim: Despair.

Dick:

Jason:

Damian:

Jason: Is it possible that it just needs salt?

When your adoptive father’s one of the best stalkers in the world…

Red Hood [to Batman]: How did you know I was here? Are you tracking my cell phone signal? You know what, I don’t want to know! It’ll just lead to more questions.

Mobster: *tied up and cursing at Red Hood in Russian*

Red Hood: You have some mouth on you.

Mobster: You speak Russian?

Red Hood: *cracks his knuckles*

Red Hood: Just the swear words.

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Don’t be modest, Jason. We know it’s canon that you do.