When you’re your best friend’s keeper…

Jason: *enters the safe house and accidentally steps on some beer cans on the floor*

Jason: Are you drinking?

Roy: Just the occasional glass with dinner.

Jason: Huh. And how many dinners have you had today?

Roy: Three. So far.

“How to Get Kicked Out of the Safe House” by Roy Harper…

Roy: *approaches Jason’s bed at 2 AM*

Jason: You’re wearing pajama bottoms, right?

Roy: Shh…

Jason: Exactly how drunk are you?!

Roy: *spoons Jason*

Roy: Both questions asked and answered.

Roy: Is this lifestyle actually making you happy?

Jason: Let me answer that question with another question: Who would you rather be, you or me?

Roy: You’re kidding, right? You have two black eyes, and you’re perched on a scrotum cozy…

Roy: You.

Mornings at the Manor…

Jason: *walks into the kitchen groggily*

Dick: *eating Cheerios cheerily*

Jason: *opens the refrigerator*

Jason: *groans*

Jason: *chugs a liter of water directly from the bottle*

Dick: … ?

Jason: I either drank too much or got hit by a train.


Or when you can’t recall if you got clobbered during patrol last night or hung out at a bar till 4 AM with your best bud, Roy.

Jason: *picks up a piece of paper by the phone*

Jason: Timbo, what’s this? A phone message?

Tim: Yeah. Some dude called for you.

Jason: Who? I can’t read your handwriting.

Tim: *reads the message out loud* “You’re a big, selfish jerk.”

Jason: Okay, I know who it is.

Tim: Probably Roy.

Jason: Yup, Roy.

When your best friend’s father figure troubles remind you of your own father figure troubles…

Arsenal: I spoke with Batman, and he made me feel better.

Red Hood: I don’t know who you talked to, but that wasn’t Batman.

Red Hood/Arsenal: Therapy…

Roy: Okay, well, for starters, there’s nothing wrong with keeping our toothbrushes in the same holder.

Dinah: Jason, what do you say to that?

Jason: I think we should see other vigilantes.