When your old team meets your new team…

Arsenal: *flying around the safe house on Bizarro’s back*

Artemis: Is that the old friend who almost got you killed a few years ago?

Red Hood: *grinning proudly* Yeah, like six times.

Inviting your superfriends over for your safe-housewarming…

Arsenal: *talking on the phone* It’s our thing, Dick. Dudesgiving.

Red Hood: *unpacking weapons in the other room* Okay, no matter how many e-mails you send, that’s not real, Roy!

Arsenal: It’s real, man!

Red Hood: It’s not real! We’re not calling it that!

Unpacking at the new safe house…

Jason: *holding an old, tattered photo in his hands*

Roy: *catches a glimpse of what looks like green spandex briefs when light briefly hits the photo*

Jason: Will you swear not to let another living soul get a copy of this photo?

Roy: *grabby hands* Okay!

Jason: Cross your heart and hope to die?

Roy: Yep!

Jason: Stick a needle in your eye?

Roy: Uh-huh!

Jason: Jam a dagger in your thigh?

Roy: Yeeeeees!

Jason: Eat a horse manure pie?

Roy: *thinks for a second* Sure!

Red Hood: You just lost yourself a best friend, Roy!

Arsenal: *cupping his ear* Wha–? I’m sorry, Jaybird, I couldn’t hear you.

Red Hood: I said that you just lost yourself a best friend!

Arsenal: *slowly walking away* Huh?

Red Hood: You just lost yourself a best friend!

Arsenal: Dude, you’re going to have to speak up!

Red Hood: You just lost yourself a best friend, Harper!

Arsenal: I’ve forced myself to wha– ?

Red Hood: *positively yelling* You just lost yourself a best friend!

Arsenal: Jason, I’ll talk to you tomorrow!

Red Hood: You just lost yourself a best friend!

Arsenal: Yeah, you can use it!

When you’ve forgotten that you first met as itty bitty sidekicks…

Arsenal: You’re the Red Hood?

Red Hood: Yes.

Arsenal: You’re a weapons specialist?

Red Hood: Yes.

Arsenal: I’m a weapons specialist, too! So, are you better than me?

Red Hood: Well, I’ve never met you, but, yes.