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?
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?
Post-break up advice from your mentor from another planet…
Starfire [about Beast Boy]: You can, um, you can do the burning of the stuff he gave you.
Raven: Or?
Starfire: Or… or you can do the chanting and the dancing around naked, you know, with the sticks.
Raven: Burning’s good.
Finding Nightwing and Red Robin in your safe house be like…
Dick: *rummaging through cabinets and drawers*
Jason: …
Jason: I gave you a pass-key for emergencies.
Tim: We were out of Doritos.
After arguing about whose turn it was to do the laundry at the safe house after an exhausting night of patrol…
Roy [to Jason]: You know, I would storm out of here right now!
Roy: … If I had some money or a place to go.
When you’re getting frustrated over a case and your super best friend drops by…
Batman: *typing furiously on the Batcomputer*
Superman: … I can blow dry it. I can put gel on it. It doesn’t matter. I still wind up with this little cowlicky thing on the middle part of my head. It’s so annoying. Does it bug you?
Batman: You bug me.
Hitching a ride with your father figure be like…
Batman: Jason, there is no smoking in the Batmobile.
Red Hood: In that case, I have to go to the bathroom.
Tim: *rushing into the room* Damian! Please tell me you didn’t tell Tam about what happened between Lynx and me.
Damian: *getting off the phone* I’m sorry. Was I not supposed to?
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.
Collateral damage on the job…
Dick: You broke a little girl’s leg?
Tim: I know. It was an accident. I feel horrible, okay?
Jason: *mockingly picks up a newspaper and reads it* Says here a Muppet got whacked on Sesame Street last night. Where exactly were you around ten-ish?
Tennis at the Manor…
Tim: Just admit it, Jason, you have no backhand.
Jason: Excuse me, Little-er Wing, I have a very solid backhand.
Tim: Shielding your face and shrieking like a girl is not a backhand.
Jason: I was shrieking… like a warrior.
So, Jay… You can face bullets and explosives head-on, but not tennis balls?