“I Have A Bad Feeling About This”

Frank: *taps the table back*

MJ: What are they doing?

Peter: *used to their shit* Morse code.

Y/N: *aggressively taps table*

Dick: WHAT?!

Y/N:

Y/N: So, is that a no? Or…

Y/N: *the small and cute one* YEAH, FUCKHEAD!

Jason: *visibly shaken* Hey, woah, you’re going a little bit overboard

Y/N: Okay, but in my defense, Steph bet me 50 cents that I wouldn’t drink shampoo

Bruce: That wasn’t- you drank shampoo?!

Y/N: Dear Santa, I'm writing to let you know I've been naughty... And it was worth it you fat, judgemental bastard.

Jason: *wiping away a tear* That’s my girl

Y/N: Twelve, actually

Jason: Not the point. Look they’re dead now and really whose fault was that?

Y/N: Ours!

Y/N: Please don’t!

Villain: Begging will get you nowhere!

Dick: Hey Jason can I hold-

Jason: Go the fuck away Dick! Can't you see I'm doing something?!

Dick: *walks out of the room with a sad expression on his face* But I want to hold the baby too…

Damian: *walking past Dick while holding a katana*

Dick: Where are you going with that?

Y/N: Ooooooooh someone’s in troooouuuuuubllleee!

Bruce:

Y/N:

Y/N: It’s me

Y/N: A kid pushed me down.

Jason: Did you push him back?

Y/N: *tears start to well up in her eyes* No... He's bigger than me.

Dick: Uh-huh... Jason?

Y/N: It’s okay! The weight of the rubble crushing my body is pressing down on my wounds AND preventing me from moving at all!

Bruce: Y/N

Bruce: Sweetheart

Y/N: And this is the hallway-

Some bully: Hey, watch it nerd!

Jason:

Jason: *cocks gun*

Dick: All I’m saying is that B works really hard and nothing here is cheap

Y/N: Except you.

Jason, Tim, and Damian: *snickering*

Dick: Believe me, I’m not cheap.

Y/N: *waving a piece a bacon* Fine, free! Whatever.

Y/N: Which one?

Villain: ..what?

Y/N: You heard me

Villain: Um...dark hair, blue eyes?

Y/N: You’re going to have to be a bit more specific...

Villain: He’s really tall and has a white streak?

Y/N: Dad, we don’t smoke

Bruce: Cut the crap, Y/N. One in every five teenagers smoke. as far as i’m concerned there’s 5 of you here

Dick: I’m 24?

Bruce: Now I'm going to close my eyes. when i open them there better be a cigarette between these fingers.

Jason: *places a cigarette between bruce’s finger*

Bruce: Light.