Jason: My life isn’t as glamorous as my wanted poster makes it look like.
Bruce: What are your goals? Damian: To pet all the dogs. Bruce: No, fitness goals. Damian: To be able to run fast enough to pet all the dogs.
You: What’s this? Dick: My to-do list. You: Oh? That’s great. You’re starting to get organiz— You: This just says '(Name)'
Jason: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I'll wait. You: You and me!!! Jason, tearing up: Okay.
You: Look. I may not be a saint, but it's not like I’ve killed anybody. I’m not an arsonist. I’ve never found a wallet outside of an IHOP and thought about returning it but saw the owner lived out of state so just took the cash and dropped the wallet back on the ground. Bruce: Okay, that's really specific, and that makes me think that you definitely did do that.
Damian: *Accidentally hits you in the face* Damian: *Trying to decide between saying 'I’m fucking sorry' and 'Are you okay'* Damian: ARE YOU FUCKING SORRY?! You: What’s wrong with you?!
Tim, at a restaurant: You guys should get the orange soda, it's amazing. You: Okay Waiter: Can I get you guys anything to drink? Tim: Orange soda, please! Damian: I'll have the strawberry soda. You: Me too, strawberry soda. Tim:
Bruce: While I’m gone, Damian, you’re in charge. Damian: Yes!!! Bruce, whispering: Alfred, you’re secretly in charge. Alfred: Obviously.
You: The stars are so beautiful... Damian: They're just giant balls of gas. You know what, if you're just going to ruin this, then- Damian: And yet none of them are as huge as my love for you. You: Oh...
Dick: Three words. Say them and I'm yours. You: Three words. Dick:
Bruce: Where are you going? Jason: To get ice cream or commit a felony, I’ll decide on the way there
You: You saved me. I owe you my life. Damian: No thanks. I’ve seen it and I’m not very impressed.
You: I know you’re deflecting by making jokes about how hot you are. Dick: It’s not a joke. Dick: *sniffles* Dick: I’m a legit snack. It’s not a joke.