After deciding that they’d have to “Red Hood their way out” of a standoff with the League of Assassins…

Tim: This is either madness… or brilliance.

Jason: It’s remarkable how often those two traits coincide.

Black Mask [in his car, on cell phone]: Perhaps we can arrange a meet.

Red Hood: Where are you now?

Black Mask: I’m sitting in my office.

Red Hood: I doubt that.

Black Mask: Why would you doubt that?

Red Hood: If you were in your office right now, we’d be having this conversation face-to-face. *hangs up*

When Roy disappears after a fight with Jason…

Koriand’r: I bet he’s really upset now… What are you gonna do about it?

Jason: Ehhh… Probably something stupid.

Koriand’r: Good, but you’ve already done that –

Jason: Then something crazy!

Jason: *runs off to find Roy*

Koriand’r: That’s more like it!

Why the rest of the Batfamily finds it pointless to mother-hen Jason…

Red Hood: *smoking atop a gargoyle*

Nightwing: You should quit. Those things are bad for you.

Red Hood: Yeah? So’s being in our family.

Jason’s version of comforting your bestfriend…

Roy [about his own bruises]: C’mon, it’s not as bad as it looks.

Jason: Are you being literal or figurative? Because, literally, it looks bad. And, figuratively, it looks even worse.

Story arcs that involve Bruce and Jason together be like…

Batman: Come on, Jason. I’ve been there. I’ve done it. I’ve seen it. You can trust me. I’ll understand.

Red Hood/Arkham Knight: Spare me the compassionate father routine, Bruce. The suit don’t fit.

Batman: I’m really trying here, Jason.

Red Hood/Arkham Knight: You’re trying? Now? Where were you when it mattered? I needed this guy back when I was dead. I don’t need you now. It’s too late now. Everything’s already happened. You and Dick don’t seem to understand that. Let me explain something to you: the only thing I have in common with Dick Grayson is that we have absolutely no use for you.