Roy: Well, look on the bright side.
Jason: Which is?
Roy: Which is what?
Jason: You just said “look on the bright side”.
Roy: It’s a figure of speech.
Roy: Well, look on the bright side.
Jason: Which is?
Roy: Which is what?
Jason: You just said “look on the bright side”.
Roy: It’s a figure of speech.
Jason: And now we’re on the brink of World War Two.
Tim: Three.
Jason: It’s not a competition, Tim!
Red Hood: And now we’re on the brink of World War Two –
Red Robin: Three.
Red Hood: It’s not a competition, Tim!
Jason: So how about I take a look at it? I’m sure I could kill that pesky ol’ worm.
Damian: How? You gonna disappoint it to death?
Jason: What’s up with your father?
Damian: What comes after infuriated?
Arsenal: I feel terrible.
Red Hood: That’s because those cartel ghouls drained a fifth of your blood!
Arsenal: Oh, hey, speaking of fifth…
Red Hood: A drink’s the last thing you need!
Jason: Hey, you idiots wanna hear my plan or not?
Jason:Alright… Suggestion?
Tim: About what?
Jason: What are we talking about? Stopping Bruce from selling Wayne Tech to Lex Corp!
Damian: You said you had a plan.
Jason: My plan is to crowdsource a plan!
In the Batcave, an unconscious and injured Dick on the gurney…
Jason: Tim, better pill up. You’re assisting Alfred with the surgery.
Tim: Why me?
Jason: You’re good at math.
Tim: How’s that supposed to help?
Jason: Can’t hurt.
Red Robin: Where the heck are you going?!
Red Hood: To get my leather jacket! I’m not defusing a bomb in this.
Tim: But even though Dick may be clingy…
Barbara: Oh, Saran Wrap could take a lesson.