When you’re your best friend’s keeper…

Jason: *enters the safe house and accidentally steps on some beer cans on the floor*

Jason: Are you drinking?

Roy: Just the occasional glass with dinner.

Jason: Huh. And how many dinners have you had today?

Roy: Three. So far.

Chatting with a rogue you just caught to pass the time while en route to Arkham Asylum be like…

Harley: … non-familial relationships.

Batman: Hn. Why didn’t you just say “friends”?

Harley: I gots the diplomas, Bats! I like to use ‘em.

Outside Black Mask’s warehouse full of fuel tanks…

Red Hood: *lights up a match*

Red Robin: Jason, if you do what I think you’re going to do, I swear I will never speak to you again.

Red Hood: Really? Then, by all means, tell me exactly what you think I’m going to do.

Dick: You eat a lot of fish. Aren’t you worried about mercury?

Jason: Dick, on the list of things I expect to kill me, mercury poisoning ranks well below liver failure, getting struck by lightning, and being murdered by a clown (again). Guess which one I’m rooting for? 

Why Batman got the ol’ silent treatment during patrol that night…

Four hours ago, at a Wayne Foundation gala…

Senator: You have wonderful sons, Mr. Wayne.

Bruce: Yes, I do. But Dick, Tim, and Damian must never learn of them.

Senator and Bruce: *pompous laughter*

Dick, Tim, and Damian:


Batman:

Nightwing, Red Robin, and Robin:

Batman: I’m –

Nightwing, Red Robin, and Robin: *grapple-hook away*


Lighten up, boys. It was just one glass of champagne too many.


Also, Jason’s legally dead, so he’s like, “Meh”.