Arsenal: Okay, we gotta go to my house so we can use one of my sports cars.
Red Hood: Roy, you don’t own a sports car.
Arsenal: Right. We gotta go to your dad’s house so we can use one of his sports cars.
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Hence, Batman having words with Green Arrow.
Tag: oliver queen
Justice League membership deliberations…
Green Arrow [to Batman]: So, you know you can’t trust them, right? You know Red Hood and Arsenal are absurdly, irrationally, turbulently codependent on each other, right?
Dinah: Did you just toss your change into the garbage bin?
Oliver: Nope.
Dinah: Liar! You absolutely did, Ollie.
Oliver: What? It was seven cents! I hate pennies.
Dinah: What? Do you hate nickels, too? Rich jerk!
Undercover billionaire vigilantes…
Oliver: *whispering* Bats, you got a plan?
Bruce: *fake-smiling and fake-waving for the cameras* I’m not walking around this party shaking hands with everybody for no reason.
Batman: *announces his engagement to Catwoman at a Justice League meeting*
Green Lantern: *whispering* I’ll put twenty-five dollars on the wedding being cancelled.
Green Arrow: *whispering back* Fifty says it’s cancelled before the sun goes down.
Why he sometimes regrets inviting colleagues to his kids’ recitals…
Bruce: *weeping with pride as Cass dances on stage* My daughter, my daughter…
Oliver: Come on, Bruce, she’s not that bad.
bruce wayne: Okay… I lied a few times. And I know I’ve made some mistakes in the past.
diana prince: Thousands.
bruce wayne: And some times, I’ve led you into danger.
clark kent: Always.
bruce wayne: But, at least I had the best intentions in mind.
oliver queen: Yours.
bruce wayne: And things have always turned out okay.
the entire justice league: NEVER!
Justice League membership deliberations…
Green Arrow [to Batman]: So, you know you can’t trust them, right? You know Red Hood and Arsenal are absurdly, irrationally, turbulently codependent on each other, right?
Justice League membership deliberations…
Green Arrow [to Batman]: So, you know you can’t trust them, right? You know Red Hood and Arsenal are absurdly, irrationally, turbulently codependent on each other, right?
Why he sometimes regrets inviting colleagues to his kids’ recitals…
Bruce: *weeping with pride as Cass dances on stage* My daughter, my daughter…
Oliver: Come on, Bruce, she’s not that bad.