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?
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Jason [to Tim]: Your password is “winning” with two “1’s”? Fail.
When cracking jokes at inappropriate times is in your system…
Jason: Too soon?
Tim: Yeah, Jason, I’m pretty sure six seconds is too soon.
Having a telepathic girlfriend be like…
M’gann: We need to talk.
Conner: I’m dreaming, aren’t I?
M’gann: It’s not safe here.. Someplace more private.
Conner: More private? We’re inside my head.
M’gann: Exactly. Someone could be listening.
Damian: You know, I finally get why you and Father butted heads so much. You two are practically the same person. I mean, I worshipped the man, you know? I dressed like him, I acted like him, I listened to the same music. But you are more like him than I will ever be. I see that now.
Dick: I’ll take that as a compliment.
Damian: You can take it any way you want.
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?
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.
After finding out that your brother crashed the Batmobile…
Tim [to Jason]: It’s “just a car”? Wow, you really have gone dark.
When you’re a months-old human-alien hybrid in a grown man’s body getting used to the concept of having your own place…
Conner [recorded]: Uh, this is my voicemail… Make your voice… a mail.
Sneaking into your little brother’s room while he’s away on a mission with Superboy be like…
Tim: *examining the different types of blades splayed on Damian’s bed*
Jason: *tiptoeing on the carpet and looking around the room* Maybe let’s not touch anything until we figure out if his stuff wants to kill us or not.