Tim: I hate all of you so much.
Damian: No one cares, Drake. You’re only here to round out the numbers.
Tim: I hate all of you so much.
Damian: No one cares, Drake. You’re only here to round out the numbers.
About to hijack an enemy plane to return to Gotham City…
Dick: Tim’s unconscious. Who’s gonna fly it?
Jason: Don’t – Why would you worry about that before you need to?
Dick: Wha –
Jason: Why clog your brain with a bunch of hypothetical maybe-what-if bullshit?
Dick: Because –
Jason: Shut up! Because this is what we’re doing.
In the middle of a jungle mission. Both of Tim’s legs are broken.
Damian: Well, we definitely can’t leave Drake!
Jason: We have to. Tim, I’m sorry –
Tim: No, you’re not.
Jason: I am, actually, which whatever, but –
Damian: *cocks and aims a gun at Jason* We are not leaving Drake!
Jason: What do you even think you’re doing?
Damian: I AM TAKING COMMAND!
Jason and Tim: *look at each other*
Jason and Tim: *laugh hysterically*
Jason: Oh my goodness! *wipes tears* Okay. Thanks, little D, I think we needed that.
Tim: We did. We really did.
In the middle of a jungle mission and both of Tim’s legs are broken…
Robin: Well, we definitely can’t leave Drake!
Red Hood: We have to. Tim, I’m sorry –
Red Robin: No, you’re not.
Red Hood: I am, actually, which whatever, but –
Robin: *cocks and aims one of Jason’s guns at him* We are not leaving Drake!
Red Hood: What do you even think you’re doing?
Robin: I AM TAKING COMMAND!
Red Hood and Red Robin: *look at each other*
Red Hood and Red Robin: *laugh hysterically*
Red Hood: Oh my goodness! *wiping tears from his eyes* Okay. Thanks, little D. I think we needed that.
Red Robin: *clutching his belly and sighing blissfully* We did. We really did.
Tim: I’m actually an excellent hacker –
Jason: And I’m excellent in the field, so –
Tim: Maybe at Batman, Inc., but on Batman, Inc. missions you had big dossiers with all the information you could possibly need.
Jason: Yeah, but I never read them.
Mission in the jungle. Red Robin’s bewildered. Robin’s pissed.
Red Hood: … because nobody made you two come here! I didn’t put a gun to your heads –
* Flashback to Jason holding two guns and entering Tim and Damian’s bedroom at the Manor *
Red Hood: – I mean, not literally to your heads.
Tim: Can I assume you have a plan?
Jason: Yes.
Jason: I mean I don’t, but you can assume it.
Tim: Is it spying if you’re friends?
Red Hood: Black Mask doesn’t beat Red Hood! Only Red Hood beats… *trails off as he realizes he’s lost the target*
Red Robin: Do you wanna finish that thought?
Red Hood: Do you wanna shut your big, fat, negative, wordsy mouth?!
Jason: Sorry for calling you a dumb little runt earlier.
Tim: You didn’t actually say that.
Jason: No? Wow. I’m in this mode now where I’m apologizing for thoughts that are in my head.