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When your adoptive father has trust issues with your crimefighting methods…
Red Hood: *running through a dark alley*
Red Hood: *stops abruptly and catches his breath*
Red Hood: *rolls his eyes at his little brother, who’s in the Batjet hovering above him* I don’t need to be monitored all day long, brat. I’m not a toddler. This is stupid.
Robin [on the Comm Link]: I know you’re not, Todd, because toddlers would know that “stupid” is a no-no word.
Bizarro: Why Red Him and Red Her being not weird?
Red Hood: Artemis and I kissed –
Bizarro: WHAT!?!
Artemis: To keep our cover from being blown, we didn’t have a choice –
Bizarro: *hugging Pup-Pup cheerfully* Tell. Bizarro. Not EVERYTHING!!!
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(In which this could’ve been Steph, Dick and Babs, or Dick, Tim and Steph, but somehow I thought of the Outlaws. *shrugs*)
When your adoptive father has trust issues with your crimefighting methods…
Red Hood: *running through a dark alley*
Red Hood: *stops abruptly and catches his breath*
Red Hood: *rolls his eyes at his little brother, who’s in the Batjet hovering above him* I don’t need to be monitored all day long, brat. I’m not a toddler. This is stupid.
Robin [on the Comm Link]: I know you’re not, Todd, because toddlers would know that “stupid” is a no-no word.
Red Hood: *peeks from behind a crate at a group of burly men in state-of-the-art armor guarding the warehouse entrance*
Red Hood: *whispering* How are we going to get past them without a gun fight?
Red Robin: *studying a digital blueprint of the warehouse* I’ll tell you how John McClane would do it: the vents.
Red Hood: *stuffs his revolvers back into their holsters and nods enthusiastically* Blast the A/C, they get chilly, they leave to find sweaters.
Red Robin:
Red Robin: No. We’re going to climb through them.
Red Hood: Even better! Classic use of vents.
Infiltrating a high-security criminal base…
Nightwing [to the rest of the Batfamily]: I know you’re all tired, but don’t forget why we’re here.
Red Hood: Because we’re dedicated detectives.
Nightwing: Because Jason jumped the gun.
When Bruce returned from “death”…
Dick: Well, well. If it isn’t Batman himself. Great to see you back in the Batcave, Bruce!
Bruce: Yes.
Dick: There it is, that classic Wayne/Grayson banter. Zingers just flying around. It’s like you never left!
Bruce: No, I most definitely left.
Damian: Drake.
Tim: Brat. The bet ends today. Are you ready?
Damian: I was born ready.
Tim: To lose? The whole question was, “Are you ready to lose?” and you said you were born that way.
Damian: Twist my words all you want.
Tim: Okay.
Damian: I’m winning this bet.
Jason: What bet? What’re you guys talking about?
Dick: Seriously? The bet? They’ve been keeping score all year. It comes up all the time. What are you doin’ all day?
Jason: Nothin’. Why, you wanna hang out?
Hal: Ah, Bruce! You look very… sad? I can never tell.
Hal: Ah, Bruce! You look very… sad? I can never tell.






