Red Hood: *glaring*
Arsenal: Dude, come on! I can’t be more than five-teen minutes late?
And that is why a new arrow-shooting alarm clock sits on Roy’s bedside table at the safe house today.
Red Hood: *glaring*
Arsenal: Dude, come on! I can’t be more than five-teen minutes late?
And that is why a new arrow-shooting alarm clock sits on Roy’s bedside table at the safe house today.
Mission after mission after mission…
Red Hood: *coughing up blood*
Arsenal: *bandaging his broken knee with a torn sleeve*
Red Hood: *gestures back and forth between them* I might need two weeks off from this friendship.
Jason: Roy, you went out and bought half a million-worth of explosives without talking to me about it first?
Roy: Well, Jaybird, in my defense, I have nothing to back up the first part of my sentence.
Red Hood: Roy?
Arsenal: Yeah?
Red Hood:
It’s not your fault.
Arsenal:
What?
Red Hood:
It’s not your fault.
Arsenal:
I know.
Red Hood:
It’s not your fault.
Arsenal: *annoyed* I know.
Red Hood:
No, Roy. Roy. It’s not your fault.
Arsenal:
Don’t do this to me, man. Not you, man.
Red Hood: *puts arm around Roy* It’s not your fault.
Arsenal: *pushes Jason’s arm away* Screw you! Cut it out, man!
Red Hood:
It’s not your fault.
Arsenal:
*starts to sob heavily* Why is it so hard? I didn’t know it was going to be so hard.
Starfire: …
“Red Hood/Arsenal: Behind the Scenes”…
Red Hood [to the camera]: I guess I’ve learned a little something about what it means to be a good partner.
Arsenal: *yelling from outside* Hey, Jaybird, do you wanna play baseball?
Red Hood: Oh, you freakin – ! Could you leave me alone? You are the neediest guy!
Red Hood: *faces camera again*
Red Hood: *clears throat*
That moment when you realize that you’ll have to accompany your best friend on future visits with the doctor…
Roy: Hey, Jaybird, do these suppositories come in other flavors?
Jason: Roy, are you eating those?
Roy: No, I’m shoving them up my butt. Of course I’m eating them!
Asking the important questions…
Roy: Would you consider us adorable?
Jason: No. We’re adult men. We’re cute.
When you fight with your best friend but can’t really avoid him for dramatic effect because you share a safe house…
Jason: I don’t like you and I don’t want to be your friend. So could you leave, please? Because I’m about to start crying, and you are the last person I want to cry in front of.
Roy: I want to cry, too. Where am I supposed to cry? You can’t monopolize the bathroom crying space.
Jason: I’m such a bad judge of character.
Roy: Of course you are. I’m your best friend.
Running away from a horde of assassins hired to take them down…
Arsenal [to Red Hood]: Maybe if you hadn’t been a dick to, I don’t know, everybody, we wouldn’t even have to be on the run!