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When your tough-as-nails, alpha-male best friend gets antsy…

Clark: *plugging both his ears with his fingers* Bruce, Bruce, Bruce, Bruce. I can’t talk right now. I’m at your wedding!

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His super hearing can’t save you know, Bruce. He really wants you to go through with this. Now, stop muttering and finish getting dressed.

Artemis: Look, I’ll tell you something else. I mean, Batman is a text-book, closed-off, alpha male. You can try forever, but you’re never going to get that hug that you really want.

Red Hood: Uh, excuse me, I’m not a child. I’m a grown man.

Red Hood’s Brain: And I’ll get that hug!

Red Hood: *arrives at his top-secret safe house* Hello, safe hou –

Red Hood:

Tim: *on Jason’s bed, looking like he hasn’t slept for three days straight, still wearing his muddy patrol boots, and typing at 200 words-per-minute on his laptop*

Red Hood: What are you doing?

Tim: Oh, um, I got tired of trying to find my safe house, so I just set up shop here.

Red Hood: Oh. Okay. That’s not weird.

Family Patrol Nights…

Robin: *pretending to be on the Comm Link with Batman* Yes, I’m happy, Father! But I’d be happier if I didn’t have to share this job with such an idiot!

Red Robin: *setting up surveillance equipment* Brat, I can hear you.

At the Annual DC Multiverse Sportsfest…

Red Hood: I’ll take Harper.

Arsenal: *pumps his fist in the air* YES! Suck on that, aliens!

A group of non-Earth Green Lanterns: … ?

Arsenal: Thanks, Jaybird. First pick.

Red Hood: *whispering* Relax, Roy. You’re the only one whose name I know.