Picking Halloween costumes be like…
Roy: Can we please make you into a princess?
Jason: No.
Roy: I think it would make Lian happy.
Jason: Why does that matt – Shut up.
That’s why you’re her favowite uncle, Jay.
Picking Halloween costumes be like…
Roy: Can we please make you into a princess?
Jason: No.
Roy: I think it would make Lian happy.
Jason: Why does that matt – Shut up.
That’s why you’re her favowite uncle, Jay.
Steph: If you don’t like what I’m tweeting, then don’t follow me, Tim! *types on her cellphone*
Tim: Uh, what are you doing?
Steph: I’m live-tweeting this dumb-ass conversation!
Iris [to Selina]: When Barry first proposed to me, he gave me a Ring Pop, but he ate it first. How did Bruce do it?
Tim: Is that a threat, Brat?
Damian: Why, yes! I thought that was obvious, Drake.
When Alfred’s away on vacation and you’ve got to do the grocery shopping yourself…
Bruce [to clerk]: I would like twelve eggs…
Bruce: *tries to read Dick’s smudged handwriting on his palm* … and part of a dead animal. Dealer’s choice. Please and thank you.
Jason: *walks into Tim’s bedroom* Hey, Timbo –
Jason: *gags and bends over to catch his breath*
Jason: It smells like some vomit took a dump in here.
In which the stench leads Alfred from the kitchen to his location.
Training sessions at the Batcave be like…
Batman: *powers off the villain generator*
Batman: *watches as his sons get up from the various places they ended up in, dust off their bloody and singed suits, and groan in pain*
Batman: …
Batman: Well, this simulated disaster is a total disaster.
Alfred: *goes upstairs to grab some tea and medical supplies*
And it’s this familiarity with homemade disasters that makes the Robins experts on the field.
When your little brother asks you how to get “street cred”…
Jason [to Damian]: The next thing you’ll want to do is ditch the feline and get yourself a proper canine. Any dog under fifty pounds is a cat, and cats are pointless.
In which it’s a good thing Red Hood’s got a helmet to hide all the claw-shaped scratches on his face.
Green Lantern: Mr. Wayne, I want to do things the Batman way.
Batman: Wonderful. First rule. No conversation lasts longer than a hundred words. You have used ten. I just used nineteen.
Batman: *walks away*
There, there, Simon. It’s not you. He’s just had quite a history with Earth Lanterns.
Tim: *says he swears he sees Kon’s framed photo on his wall move by itself from time to time*
Jason: Your safe house isn’t haunted, bro. You’re lonely.