Red Hood: Don’t give me the “hurt feelings” thing, Bruce. Because A, I don’t buy it, and B, I don’t care.
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Criminal: *tied up* Those are dummy grenades.
Arsenal: Okay, hang on to this. *pulls grenade pin, then puts the explosive in the criminal’s chest pocket*
Arsenal: If it’s a dummy, you’ll be fine. We’ll be outside.
Criminal: Wait! Fine, it’s live!
Starfire [to Arsenal]: You’ve been hanging around Jason for too long.
Green Lantern: We shouldn’t be doing this without back-up.
Batman: You are the back-up.
Green Lantern: I am the back-up. I hate you so much.
When asked if they ever get scared of Batman…
(Basically every) Robin: I’m scared all right. I’m scared of not measuring up.
When asked if they ever get scared of Batman…
(Basically every) Robin: I’m scared all right. I’m scared of not measuring up.
Mornings at the Manor…
Tim: *screams from the kitchen* OH, NO!!!
Dick: *bursts out of his room* Oh, no, what???
Tim: *with crumbs all over his face* I did it again. I was sleep-eating. That explains that dream.
Batwoman: *gesturing to a gagged and restrained henchman out of earshot* Would you like first crack at him?
Nightwing:
Red Robin:
Robin:
Red Hood: *steps aside* Kate, please, you’re our guest.
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Let no one say that the Batboys aren’t gentlemen.
When you call for back-up but end up battling a bunch of rogues by yourself…
Medic [speaking into the radio]: He’s lost a lot of blood.
Red Hood: I didn’t lose it. I’ve been sitting in it for hours, waiting for one of my brothers to get back from dance class or something. *stands up and drags himself to his motorcycle, leaving a trail of blood behind him*
Batman: *discussing the do’s and don’ts for an upcoming mission*
Red Hood [to The Signal]: *whispering* Don’t worry about it, man.
Red Hood: *gestures to his brothers and to himself* You’re kind of like a Robin now. We make our own rules.
Nightwing: *winks*
Red Robin: *grins*
Robin: *salutes*
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Bros before… broody, mood-killing, adoptive fathers clad in leather.
When your adoptive father wants to have a private conversation with a colleague but you’re bored out of your mind and eavesdropping seems fun..
Nightwing [on the Comm Link]: *hanging from one of the ceiling stalactites in the Batcave* His mouth hasn’t moved in three and a half minutes.
Red Hood [on the Comm Link]: *crouching behind the glass case of his Robin uniform* Hal Jordan’s probably got him on hold.
Robin [on the Comm Link]: *sitting inside the dinosaur’s oral cavity* No, no. His nostrils are flaring. He’s pacing like a maniac.
Red Robin [on the Comm Link]: *viewing Batman from his own bedroom via a secret camera he installed on the Batmobile* And he just switched his phone from his right hand to his left hand like he wants to punch someone.
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Perhaps because he knew that you boys have been listening in all along? Y’all ain’t slick.