When the Justice League get stranded on a power-dampening island…
The Flash: This isn’t Gilligan’s Island! We can’t just take a couple of coconuts and make a dialysis machine.
Batman:

When the Justice League get stranded on a power-dampening island…
The Flash: This isn’t Gilligan’s Island! We can’t just take a couple of coconuts and make a dialysis machine.
Batman:

Mission debriefing…
Nightwing: *holding a pair of handcuffs* This was supposed to be for our, um, frisky business.
Robin: I have an IQ of 200. Do you really think I don’t understand what you guys are talking about?
Red Hood: You might know what we’re talking about, but you won’t understand until you’re eighteen.
Mission briefing…
Nightwing: What is our number one problem right now?
Red Robin: *drinking his fifth espresso shot* I’m being forced to work with the brat who tried to murder me.
Robin: *crosses his arms* -Tt-
Red Robin: *trying to remotely hack into the facility’s security system* I prefer certainty over risk!
Red Hood:
*cocks his guns and kicks the door open*
And I prefer not to die in a closet!
Duke: *shrugs* I guess I like hanging around you guys. Don’t know why.
Dick: Thank you –
Jason: I’m not sure that was a compliment.
Bruce: I want a baby soon, Selina. You were right. I want a family. I’ve always wanted a family. And I want one with you because I love you.
Selina: The man who hates being human wants to make another human?
Bruce: Hn. Something like that.
Always wanted a family… bigger than the one you already have, Batman?
Red Hood: *peeking from behind a steel crate at Black Mask’s armed henchmen, who are searching the premises for them*
Red Robin: *waiting as data from the mainframe computer downloads onto a portable device*
Red Hood: *reloads his guns*
Red Hood: Timbo, how much do you trust me?
Red Robin: Probably more than I should.
Batman: Where have you been?
Nightwing: Oh, I’m so sorry. Did I not scale down a ninety-foot cliff and run here with a piece of machinery strapped to my back fast enough for you?
Mornings at the Manor…
Jason: *scurrying around the kitchen, opening and closing cupboards, looking under kitchen counters and chairs*
Tim: *typing on his laptop, drinking pure liquid caffeine*
Jason: I have to tell you something. When we fell on really hard times, Roy and I stayed at a rat-infested motel for a month, and I developed a deep-seated fear of rats.
Tim: *not looking away from laptop* I am so sorry to hear about that. I understand your fears and I validate them.
Jason: I’m not looking for your understanding, Tim! Just grab the freakin’ rat!
Damian: Drake, I’ve been meaning to tell you something…
Tim: Yeah?
Damian: You suck.