Walking away from an explosion…
Arsenal: You think maybe there are calmer ways we could have done all that?
Red Hood: Do we care?
Walking away from an explosion…
Arsenal: You think maybe there are calmer ways we could have done all that?
Red Hood: Do we care?
Criminal: *looks from Arsenal to Red Hood* Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait! You two know each other?
Arsenal: Not in the traditional sense. More of a business relationship, I’d say.
Criminal: You’re Hood’s bitch!
Well, if this ain’t in the first few pages of the New 52’s “Red Hood/Arsenal” series…
The Flash: *holding an ancient artifact* If it isn’t the Horn of Truth.
Green Lantern: What are you talking about? You were gone for, like, two seconds. Where did you look?
The Flash: *shrugs* Everywhere.
Red Hood [to Darkseid]: Hey, freak! We need to talk.
Red Robin: *hissing* Jason, even for you, this is a whole new mountain of stupid.
When you’re made painfully aware of your own mortality in the middle of intergalactic warfare (yet again)…
Batman: *taking down parademons* Take care of my family, okay?
Green Lantern: *trying to maintain a forcefield against Omega Beams* Stop talking like that! I’m not letting you die!
Batman: Humor me.
Green Lantern: Oh. I’m supposed to lie? Uh… Sure. They’ll be fine, I…
Batman: Just – just stop… talking. *runs into the boom-tube*
After hearing that his best friend was back in the dating scene…
Jason: I never took you for the type.
Roy: Romantic?
Jason: Pathetic.
When your best friend’s acting a little too chipper and friendly for someone in a Mexican standoff with a Gothamite hit squad…
Red Hood: *whispering* What’s wrong with you? Are you… drunk?
Arsenal: No!
Arsenal: Yes.
Red Hood: What the heck happened to you?
Arsenal: I found a liquor store.
Red Hood: And?
Arsenal: I drank it.
Justice League membership deliberations…
Green Arrow [to Batman]: So, you know you can’t trust them, right? You know Red Hood and Arsenal are absurdly, irrationally, turbulently codependent on each other, right?
Jason: Hey, when I want to drink, I drink. When I want to smoke, I go get some cigarettes. Same goes for a sandwich or a fight.
Roy: So… You’re saying you’re just well-adjusted?
Jason: Heck, no. I’m just well-fed. *chomps on a burger*
Overheard from the apartment downstairs…
Feet: *scrambling across the floor*
Something: *hissing violently*
Jason: Go ahead, Roy. Do it. But I’m gonna warn you, when I come back, I’m gonna be pissed.
Door: *slammed*