“Safe house hunting” for you and your best friend…

Realtor [about Jason]: Don’t worry. A lot of men don’t really focus until it is time to negotiate.

Roy: Well, that man doesn’t focus unless an international conspiracy is threating to ruin his life.

After hearing that Jason found a new safe house roommate…

Roy: You know, I’m a little hurt, Jaybird. You never spruced the place up when I was here.

Jason: That’s because he’s a paying renter, Roy. Not someone who detonates explosives in the solarium.

Leaving a message on your best friend’s voicemail be like…

Jason [to Roy]: I know I was a jerk the other night…

Jason: Which I am fully ready to blame on alcohol or global warming or my allergy to neon.  

Roy: *reading a stinky and soggy instruction manual*

30 minutes ago… 

Jason: Why are the instructions in the trash can?

Roy: Because I don’t think I need instructions to put together a little girl’s bed.

Red Hood and Arsenal’s New 52 Safe House, an origin story…

Jason: Think you could run a few background checks on potential roomies?

Tim: You want me to use underground Wayne Enterprises resources for your personal matter, Jason?

Jason: I don’t think Dick would mind.

Tim: You know that?

Jason: I don’t. But if I can’t find a roommate, I may have to go back to sleeping on the sofa in his apartment, and I can’t imagine he’d like that.

Tim: Good point. I’m on it.