Dick: Tim, what happened? You look… 70.
That’s not very polite, Richard.
Dick: Tim, what happened? You look… 70.
That’s not very polite, Richard.
Just another Tuesday at Mount Justice…
Wally: I can’t believe Conner attacked a table with a fire axe and is still only the second craziest person in the room.
Red Hood: Timbo, pretend I’m saying this in a soothing, reassuring, non-robotic voice: We’re not gonna make it to the hospital.
Their New 52 “break up” be like…
Red Hood: It’s not you, it’s me.
Arsenal:
Arsenal: It’s you.
On being a founding member of the Outlaws…
Red Hood: What is it about me that makes broken people flock to me? Is it my height? Do huddled masses mistake me for the Statue of Liberty?
Arguing about being more involved in family matters be like…
Dick: I don’t like being excluded, Jay. Do you?
Jason: Yes!
Beast Boy: I wish my mouth was farther away from my brain. I wish my brain had its own brain.
Raven: Gar, you don’t have a bag?
Beast Boy: I could never deprive the world of the portion of my chest the strap would cover.
Jason [to Damian, about Tim]: He’s acting like the impression of him we do behind his back.
At Gotham Academy…
Tim: I’m Damian Wayne’s emergency contact.
Teacher: So, you’re here to pick him up?
Tim: I’m here to be removed as his emergency contact.