Tim: Aaaarrrggh, you are such a sore loser, Damian!
Damian: I am not a sore loser, Drake. It’s just that I prefer to win, and when I don’t, I get furious.
Tim: Aaaarrrggh, you are such a sore loser, Damian!
Damian: I am not a sore loser, Drake. It’s just that I prefer to win, and when I don’t, I get furious.
Don’t bother with crime alerts on January 16 because…
Nightwing: Once Wally starts thinking about birthday cake, he becomes useless until he has birthday cake.
When the success of your first mission with the Justice League’s got you so hyped up that you can’t help but hug the colleague standing next to you…
Batman: *body stiffens*
Green Lantern: Oh, uh…
Batman: *loudly clears throat*
Green Lantern: *slowly lets go and steps back*
Green Lantern: Sir, I formally retract my hug. *offers to shake hands with a sheepish grin*
Don’t worry, Baz. It’s not you.
Traditions be like…
Jason: … And every year, Roy and I would dress up as trolls and egg Tim’s safe house.
Tim: That was you?!
Damian: Please, Drake, this is a private conversation.
Jason: *doing wheelies, stoppies, and burnouts*
Jason: *jumps while his motorcycle’s mid-air, does a backflip, then gets back on and lands gracefully in front of Tim*
Tim: *sips coffee* This morning I saw a YouTube video of a puppy riding a motorcycle, so my bar for stunning is pretty high.
At a Titans mission briefing…
Kid Flash: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Time is money, money is power, power is pizza, and pizza is knowledge. Let’s go!
He gets hungry a lot.
When Batman’s friends can’t help but remember how young his crimefighting children are…
Superman: How old are you again?
Red Hood: He’s 17 *points to Red Robin* and I’m 19/immortal.
No, no, wait… Come to think of it, the whole Batfamily’s basically /immortal.
Catching up with your best friend be like…
Conner: Hey, buddy, how’ve you be –
Tim: I once forgot to brush my teeth for five weeks. I didn’t actually sell my last motorcycle; I just forgot where I parked it. I don’t know who Lady Gaga is and now I’m afraid to ask.
He hasn’t slept in three days, is what he meant to say, Kon.
When your best friend asks you if you’d want to get away from crimefighting in the city for a while and just hang out at his farm…
Superman: So… ?
Batman: *stares off into the distance*
Superman: Um, Bruce… ?
Batman: *breathes in the air like he’s smelling fresh flowers*
Batman: Spending the day far away sounds like a dream, Clark. I love being a father, but there are a few things I miss. Silence. The absence of noise. One single moment undisturbed by my children trying to kill each other.
When Batman’s friends can’t help but remember how young his crimefighting children are…
Superman: How old are you again?
Red Hood: He’s 17 *points to Red Robin* and I’m 19/immortal.