Tim: I think that if you really like this girl, you should just trust her.
Dick: Thanks, Tim.
Jason: Or you could follow her and see where she goes.
Tim: Oh, that’s what I would do. Forget mine.
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We expect nothing less from you boys. You are Batman’s sons after all.
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Jason: Hey, so you’re planning a surprise birthday party for the old Bat? I think he’s onto you.
Dick: Yeah, so please, please, please don’t say anything to Bruce.
Jason: You want me to lie to him?
Dick: Is that a problem?
Jason: Nah.
Robin: You are the worst crime fighter ever, Todd!
Red Hood: You know, I have a torn rotator cuff, a hairline fracture in my right forearm, and a severely bruised Adam’s apple, but that really hurt.
Someone: Woah! You know Batman?
Red Hood: I’m familiar with his work, yes.
Roy: If you hated the bracelet so much, Jason, you should have just said so.
Jason: Well, doesn’t the fact that I wore the bracelet even though I hated it say something about our friendship and how much it means to me?
Roy: What about the fact that you insulted the bracelet and you made fun of me?
Jason: Okay, well, that’s the part where I’m an ass.
Angst, a summary…
Arsenal: You can either go or help me.
Red Hood: Okay, I’ll go.
Arsenal: Okay, but before you go, can you help me?
When comic book writers keep changing their minds…
Tim [about Dick and Barbara]: I thought tonight was your big anniversary dinner.
Dick: Yeah. There’s been a little change of plans. We’re breaking up instead.
Bruce: I was just thinking, when my time comes –
Dick: Bruce!
Damian: Father!
Bruce: Listen to me. When my time comes, I want to be buried at sea.
Tim: You what?
Bruce: I want to be buried at sea. It looks like fun.
Jason: Define “fun”.
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Also, you might want to have a word with Arthur about that.
Because it’s not easy being the eldest…
Damian: Drake keeps changing the channel!
Tim: Aw, that’s great. Why don’t you tell Bruce on me?
Dick: Now, I’m “Bruce” in this little play? Alright, I refuse to get sucked into this weird little Robin dimension thing, so I’m gonna go and take a nice, long bubble bath because you kids are driving me crazy.
They weren’t actually talking to you, Richard, but I guess it’s a reflex to you by now.
Nightwing: *patting dust off his recently unearthed 80’s uniform* Well, excuse me, my fashion-impaired friends, I am here to tell you that collars are back.
Red Hood: And this time they’ve ganged up to form one giant, super collar.