Bizarro: You not okay, Red Him?
Red Hood: Yeah, just a flesh wound, big guy. Thirty-five of them.
Bizarro: You not okay, Red Him?
Red Hood: Yeah, just a flesh wound, big guy. Thirty-five of them.
Watching “Dawn of the Dead” at the Manor…
Tim: See how that group of survivors barricaded themselves inside of a mall?
Jason: Yeah?
Tim: You’re what’s outside of the mall.
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And Jason’s like, “Well, he’s not wrong…”
Final showdown in “Under the Hood” be like…
Batman: Why are you doing this, Jason?
Red Hood: Daddy issues! Megalomania! Greed!
Red Hood: Wow, that felt really good to get off my chest.
Mornings at the Manor…
Tim: I don’t have post-traumatic stress! I have post-traumatic ennui! Post-traumatic defeatism! Post-traumatic “What’s the point?”!
Jason was just asking if you wanted more sugar for your coffee, sweetie…
Recently discovered Lazarus Pit side effects…
Red Hood: I was a dead, alabaster bad-ass, Alf!
Alfred: I am performing open-heart surgery on you without anesthesia, Master Jason. You are beyond “bad-ass”.
Remember Nightwing’s pregnancy scare?
Jason [to Dick]: I know that you’ll be a good father, Dick. A really good one. Because you’re tough, and you’re kind, and you’re smart.
Jason: And if you tell anyone that I said that, I will deny it.
Crashing into your brother’s apartment post-patrol to borrow a shirt…
Red Hood [to Dick]: I get all the history lessons that I need just by looking at your wardrobe.
On why he was at odds with the rest of the Batfamily for a long time…
Red Hood: But then I realized that it wasn’t fair of me to pour all of my bitterness and resentment into one family member.
When you get reprimanded for eating a potentially shoe-crushed Gummy Bear from the floor…
Jason: I’m not gonna get sick. No germ can live in a body that is 65% beer.
Asking the important questions…
Roy: Would you consider us adorable?
Jason: No. We’re adult men. We’re cute.