When “Number 2” ruins a mission…

Red Hood [to Arsenal]: I’m sure that we can handle this situation maturely, just like the responsible adults that we are.

Red Hood: Isn’t that right, Mr. Poopy Pants?

The Red Hood/Arsenal interrogation method…

Red Hood: Look at his face.

Arsenal: Look at my face.

Red Hood: Look at this face and listen to me.

Arsenal: Look at him and listen to me.

Red Hood: Look at me.

Arsenal: Look at me.

Red Hood: Look at him and understand me. Look at both of us, but understand no one. Listen to my words, and hear his face.

Downtime at the safe house…

Roy: *shines arrows*

Roy: Your farts aren’t manly.

Jason: *practice-aims a gun at a wall photo of Joker’s butt*

Jason: Are you serious?

Roy: They sound like a baby blowing out birthday candles.

Bromantic arguments be like…

Jason: This whole time I thought you were Samwise to my Frodo. But you’re just Boromir!

Roy: I don’t know who the freak that is!

Jason: “I don’t know who Boromir is.” That’s such a Boromir thing to say!

Not everyone’s as well-read as you, Jay.