Jason: As you may know, for the past two years, B and I have engaged in an epic battle of wits. The goal? To determine who must call the other an amazing detective-slash-genius.

Bruce: The first year, by sheer dumb luck, Jason eked out a feeble victory.

Jason: And last year I let the boss win because he’s old and sad.

Dick wearing his old “discowing” uniform…

Damian: Why are you dressed up? You look like an idiot.

Dick: But… but…

Tim: Yeah, what are you supposed to be, a sassy car mechanic?

Jason: No, come on, he’s clearly the rejected Pop-Tarts mascot, Hairy Pop-Tart.

Dick: I am not! You know who I am!

Bruce: Boys, that’s enough. You’re making Dick feel bad on purpose. He’s Elvis…

Dick: Not even close!

Bruce: … Elvis Stojko, the Canadian figure skater.

Dick: No!!!!

At Tim’s new safehouse, glass shards on the floor…

Tim: It was a sealed window on the fifth floor. You could have just gone in through the door with Dick!

Jason: Yeah, but then what would my catchphrase have been? “Knock, knock? Who’s there? Justice?”

Dick: I did some research on amicable breakups. I visited www dot ladiesgoodhealthmag dot com backslash sex hyphen relationships backslash 8 6 7 5 9 9 9 0 4 backslash 9 4 3 2 ampersand 2 2 5 dot html. Do you know that site?

Jason: *facepalm*

Tim: *shakes head*

Damian: … Tt.