Investigating a crime scene…

Red Robin: It’s probably a dumbwaiter. All these old houses had them.

Red Hood: Know-it-all.

Red Robin: What?

Red Hood: What?

Red Robin: You said…

Red Hood: What?

Red Robin: Never mind.

When you’ve already gone undercover as a female for a mission once and your big brother wants to milk it…

Red Hood: You’re gonna flirt your way past.

Red Robin: I can’t. He’s not my type.

Red Hood: You’re gonna have to play through that.

Red Robin: As in, he’s not a girl.

Red Hood: Oh. Oh! Pretend he has boobs.