Jason [to Tim]: I told Dick about how I approved of your strategy for breaking up with Steph, and he said that we were “sociopaths.”
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Dick: I did some research on amicable breakups. I visited www dot ladiesgoodhealthmag dot com backslash sex hyphen relationships backslash 8 6 7 5 9 9 9 0 4 backslash 9 4 3 2 ampersand 2 2 5 dot html. Do you know that site?
Jason:: *facepalm*
Tim: *shakes head*
Damian: … Tt.
Dick: I did some research on amicable breakups. I visited www dot ladiesgoodhealthmag dot com backslash sex hyphen relationships backslash 8 6 7 5 9 9 9 0 4 backslash 9 4 3 2 ampersand 2 2 5 dot html. Do you know that site?
Jason: *facepalm*
Tim: *shakes head*
Damian: … Tt.
Tim leaving Jason instructions before going on a mission…
Tim: Also, keep Bruce away from Steph.
Jason: Really? Why?
Tim: He’s always weird around her and it stresses her out. She says he reminds her of those judgemental trees from Lord of The Rings.
Jason: *scoffs* They’re called Ents. Get a life, dweeb.
Tim leaving Jason instructions before going on a mission…
Tim: Also, keep Bruce away from Steph.
Jason: Really? Why?
Tim: He’s always weird around her and it stresses her out. She says he reminds her of those judgemental trees from Lord of The Rings.
Jason: *scoffs* They’re called Ents. Get a life, dweeb.
Jason: How are we going to get past them without a gun fight?
Tim: I’ll tell you how John McClane would do it. The vents.
Jason: Ah, blast the A/C, they get chilly, they leave to find sweaters.
Tim: No, we’re gonna climb through them.
Jason: Even better. Classic use of vents.
Jason: How are we going to get past them without a gun fight?
Tim: I’ll tell you how John McClane would do it. The vents.
Jason: Ah, blast the A/C, they get chilly, they leave to find sweaters.
Tim: No, we’re gonna climb through them.
Jason: Even better. Classic use of vents.
Tim: Well, I hate to say I told you so.
Jason: Do you?
Tim: No. It’s one of the few great pleasures in life.
Mission briefing…
Batman: The B-52 is on the ocean floor here at a depth of 8,000 feet –
Red Hood: Or 1,333 fathoms.
Red Robin: How do you know that?
Red Hood: How do you not?
Red Robin: Please tell me that’s a smoke grenade.
Red Hood: Okay.
Red Hood: It’s not, though.