Bart: *puts on Robin’s pants* Well, the joke’s on you, Robin! I’m wearing your pants, and I’m not wearing any underwear.
Tim: Impulse, the last time I wore those pants, I wasn’t wearing any underwear.
Bart: *hastily pulls off pants* Well played.
Bart: *puts on Robin’s pants* Well, the joke’s on you, Robin! I’m wearing your pants, and I’m not wearing any underwear.
Tim: Impulse, the last time I wore those pants, I wasn’t wearing any underwear.
Bart: *hastily pulls off pants* Well played.
Connor: You don’t like me because I’m not from here.
Bruce: This has nothing to do with you being an hybrid alien. This is about you taking advantage of my son like a sneaky hybrid alien!
The true story behind Tim’s “death” in Detective Comics #940…
Jacob: Putting aside why you’d want to fake your own death –
Tim: Because I have to get away from my family! They’re a seething cauldron of dysfunctional, chaotic, neurotic, narcissistic, quasi-incestuous megalomaniacs!
Why Gotham’s criminals abhor Red Hood…
Dr. Strange: … Or you could just ask me, the man who graduated from Gotham Medical School, summa cum laude.
Red Hood: With a minor in Spanish Bragging.
Dr. Strange: That was Latin.
Red Robin: He knows.
When you wake up strapped to the back of your brother’s motorcycle after being infected by Scarecrow’s fear toxin…
Red Robin: Just curious. What happened between your safe house and right now?
Red Robin: Well, you were hysterical, Tim, so I thought the best thing to do would be to inject you with a tranquilizer, drive you to a private air field, put you on a stolen plane, fly you overnight to Gateway City, and then… that brings us to now.
At a Batfamily mission briefing…
Red Robin [about a grounded Robin]: Why is he even in this briefing? He’s not allowed to go on missions!
Batman: Because he always stows away somehow.
When your heavily sleep-deprived, case-obssessed brother hasn’t even changed his clothes in three days…
Jason: *loudly slurping a milkshake*
Tim: *pauses from typing on the Batcomputer*
Jason: *burps loudly*
Tim: *grits teeth* You know what I don’t have time for?
Jason: *wipes his mouth sloppily with the back of his hand* Shopping for clothes?
Red Robin: Oh, so suddenly you don’t have a death wish?
Red Hood: Timmy, I’ve never had a deathwish. It’s just that I don’t believe that I personally even can die. Again.
Jason trying to convince his brothers that he’s the bad ass in the family…
Jason: You know how I’m kind of a sexy bad boy who rides motorcycles into work and is always breaking the rules in the name of justice?
Dick: I don’t like where this is going.
Jason: I also maybe sometimes bring home case files to work on them after hours, and I might not be that great about returning them.
Dick: *facepalms*
Tim: *rolls eyes*
Damian: Tt.
Tim [internal monologue]: I’m about to solve this case, meet the mayor, then sell my life rights to Ryan Potter so he can play my less attractive brother in the ensuing film.