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When Jason finds a way into the Fifth Dimension,uncertain of what – or who – exactly he’s facing, knowing only that Tim’s in there somewhere and that he’s not leaving without his younger brother… 

Red Hood [to an astral projection of Mister Mxyzptlk]: I don’t know who you are. I don’t know what you want. If you’re looking for ransom, I can tell you I don’t have money…

Red Hood: But what I do have is a very particular set of skills. Skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for creatures like you. 

Red Hood: If you let my brother go now, that will be the end of it. I will not look for you. I will not pursue you. 

Red Hood: But if you don’t, I will look for you.

Red Hood: I will find you.

Red Hood: And I will kill you.

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Astral projection of Batman from out of nowhere: Jason, we do not kill. 

Walking back to the Batmobile after battling Killer Croc…

Damian [to Tim]: Why don’t you walk in front of me so I don’t get your blood all over my boots?

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Can’t even try to sound a little concerned, Dami?

Batfamily therapy sessions be like…

Black Canary: You know, I do offer group therapy.

Red Robin: Yeah, okay.

Red Hood: *enters room* What is this? What are you doing?

Nightwing: What? What is that?

Black Canary: With all due respect, you’re talking about bringing guns to an intervention and you’re drinking wine out of a soda can.

Red Hood: *slurps* Yeah.

Nightwing: Oh. You put wine in the soda can?

Red Hood: You didn’t know, did you?

Nightwing: *impressed* That is good.

Red Robin: Ahh, you stole Arsenal’s idea.

Red Hood: Yeah, yeah, yeah. It actually is a pretty good idea.

Red Robin: Well, it’s a good idea. I mean the guy has great ideas.

Red Hood: He is a smart man.

Red Hood: That is not what we’re here about.

“Battle for the Cowl” AU be like…

Tim: You know what, Dick? You shouldn’t be making these decisions anyway, okay? You’re not the decision-making type. As the brains of this family, I should have made this decision.

Dick: Hey, whoa, whoa, I’m sorry. Since when did you become the brains?

Tim: Uhh… I’m sorry? I’ve always been the brains.

Dick: What?! What are you talking about? I thought I was the brains. What the heck am I?

Tim: You’re the looks.

Dick: Well, yeah, of course I’m the looks. But I always thought of myself as the brains and the looks.

Tim: No, you’re the looks, I’m the brains, and Jason is the wildcard.

Red Hood: *glares at criminal*

Red Hood: I’m going to go oil my chainsaw.

Red Robin: What?

Nightwing: *whispering* Jay, we don’t need the chainsaw. Is that what’s in that bag?

Red Hood: Oh, we do. Because drawing a confession out of someone is like doing a beautiful dance. A beautiful dance with a chainsaw.

Red Robin: He makes less and less sense as the days go by.

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Must be all that Lazarus Pit fluid.

When Conner tells Tim that he’s considering moving to space to get in touch with his Kryptonian roots…

Conner: Okay, we need to talk.

Tim: I’m sorry, Clone Boy, I can’t understand you. You’ve developed some accent from that new planet you might move to!