Stranded in the middle of the Pacific Ocean…
Arsenal: What’re your three biggest fears?
Red Hood: Getting stuck on a boat with you three times.
Stranded in the middle of the Pacific Ocean…
Arsenal: What’re your three biggest fears?
Red Hood: Getting stuck on a boat with you three times.
Roy: How do you keep track of all these lies?
Jason: Practice, Roy. Lying is like 95% of what I do.
Roy: In your job.
Jason: Sure.
Jason opens a crate full of hi-tech arrows (that Roy had spent their month’s salary on)…
Jason: *glaring* You have got to be shitting me…
Roy: I know right! A rainbow should shoot out every time you open it.
Roy is standing over what appears to be a partially dismantled nuclear warhead emitting a green glow…
Roy: Wait, seriously don’t open it?
Jason [on the Comm Link]: Yes!
Roy: Oh. I thought you were being sarcastic.
—
To be fair, it’s kinda hard to tell with you sometimes, Jay.
Roy: How did you know where I was?
Jason: When we first started the Outlaws, I may have… injected a tracking device into your body.
Roy: In my body?
Jason: Bro? Buddy?
Roy: No, no, now that is a breach of trust, Jason.
Jason: Do you really want to open this can of trust-breachy worms right after I just caught you and Bizarro with a dead Martian in the trunk?
Roy: I do not.
Jason: You do not.
Roy: Oh, come on, Jason! Don’t do that. That’s not what good buddies do.
Jason: Okay, first of all you have wildly misjudged our relationship –
Artemis: *screams from a distance* JASON!
Jason: ARTEMIIIIS! *gets up to run to her*
Roy: Yeah, you’re one to talk.
Jason: And you’re lucky I don’t have a gun!
Roy: Oh, come on, Jason! Don’t do that. That’s not what good buddies do.
Jason: Okay, first of all, you have wildly misjudged our relationship –
Artemis: *screams from a distance* JASON!
Jason: ARTEMIIIIS! *gets up to run to her*
Roy: Yeah, you’re one to talk.
Jason: And you’re lucky I don’t have a gun!
Roy: You mad?
Jason: Give you three guesses, Roy.
Roy: No?
Roy: … No?
Roy: … No?
On Bruce and Oliver…
Roy: Looks like we both have a pretty bad case of “jerk boss.”
Jason: Yes, yours is an idiot, and mine is a forked-tongue lizard witch.
Roy: Start taking care of yourself again! I miss those gross, overly large muscles!
Jason: Lay off my body, dude! I clearly got some stuff to work through!