“Injustice 2″ gameplay be like…
Red Hood: How about we let bygones be bygones, hmm?
Robin/Nightwing: You shot me in both my knees, then set me on fire. Piss off.
“Injustice 2″ gameplay be like…
Red Hood: How about we let bygones be bygones, hmm?
Robin/Nightwing: You shot me in both my knees, then set me on fire. Piss off.
Nightwing: “B-Team” roll call. Hood?
Red Hood: *cocks guns* Here and handsome!
Nightwing: Little D?
Robin: *brandishes katana* Here and crazy!
Nightwing: Red?
Red Robin: *twirls Bo staff* I pity the fool! But also suggest ways he may better himself.
Batman: *facepalms* Hrrrn.
And that it why “Family Movie Nights” now come after “Family Patrol Nights”.
That moment when you realize that you’ll have to accompany your best friend on future visits with the doctor…
Roy: Hey, Jaybird, do these suppositories come in other flavors?
Jason: Roy, are you eating those?
Roy: No, I’m shoving them up my butt. Of course I’m eating them!
Damian [to Alfred]: Pennyworth! Todd picked his nose, and now he keeps touching me with his finger!
Jason: What good is mining nose gold if I can’t share it with the townspeople?
Dami, maybe just think of it as a rite of passage for little brothers… ?
The Robin Reasoning…
Nightwing/Red Hood/Red Robin/Robin: Well, we promised Bruce that we’d use our skills responsibly… But I suppose doing the exact opposite couldn’t hurt.
When you’re married to a speedster…
Linda: Wally, are you ever going to forgive me?
Wally: Lin, I’m obligated to keep loving you, so I will take my rage out on my own body.
Wally: Let’s go to Big Belly Burger.
Waiting for your eldest brother at his Blüdhaven aparment be like…
Damian: *pinches nose* Disgusting. What’s that smell?
Jason: It’s either bad meat or good cheese.
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Find yourself a Nightwing who can do both.
Waiting for your eldest brother at his Blüdhaven aparment be like…
Damian: *pinches nose* Disgusting. What’s that smell?
Jason: It’s either bad meat or good cheese.
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Find yourself a Nightwing who can do both.
Tim: I’m very disappointed in you, Damian. I’d turn my back on you, but I’ve seen what you’d do in that situation.
He hasn’t forgotten The Great Tackle of ‘06.
Your cat-loving little brother and his “experiments”…
Tim: Gross! *pushes Damian away*
Tim: Your breath smells like kitty litter.
Damian: I was curious!