A collection of short conversations heard between the members.
Dick: Jay why is your duffel bag blood stained?
Dick: Was this the one with the heads in it?!
Jason: There’s nothing wrong with it!
Dick: It’s. stained. with. blood!
Jason: Still functional though.
Bruce: Why is Jason unconscious inside the T-Rex’s mouth?
Damian, ominously: He knows what he did.
Jason: What is it with post-apocalyptic disasters making people lose their manners?
Dick: …The apocalypse part?
Bruce: -then he slipped from the stairs, and I caught him.
Cass, scares dick by appearing suddenly:
Dick: Holy Batman! You surprised me!
Duke: You actually say that? I thought Tim was kidding.
Tim, blinking innocently: What are you talking about.
Dick: Don’t look at me like that. I taught you that wide-eyed look, you little shit!
Tim: Would I really lie to you?
Dick: You’ve lied to Bruce and gotten away with it.
Dick walks into the room:
Jay: Well if it isn’t the pig.
Dick: Please let it go jay; that was ages ago.
Cass, who has been awake for a consecutive 72 hours: You look like you need an nap.
Duke, after covering a night shift after a morning one: I feel like I need a coma.
Jason, slamming his hand on the table: Steph! I know you’re cheating!
Steph, slamming the table just as loudly: You can’t prove shit!
Dick: Guys this is uno, how are you even cheating?
Duke, who was been stealthyly slipping his cards back to the deck: No idea.
Bruce: Why would you try to skateboard on the stairs railing.
Tim: Steph bet me a solid twenty that I wouldn’t make it.
Bruce, exasperated: but you don’t need the money?
Tim: It’s about the principle of the bet. I couldn’t just refuse.
Jason, after a rough patrol: What’s your damage?
Tim: A few bruises and a stab wounds. You okay?
Jason: I left okay behind with my ribs about half an hour ago.
The bats are watching the Joker on the news:
Duke: Who gave him the name ‘Joker’? His jokes aren’t funny.
Dick: He doesn’t even have a clown permit.
Duke: I thought he went to clown school?
Jason: I think he did shoot up a clown school, at some point.
Dick, joking: You’ve shot up a precinct before, you planning on becoming a cop?
Damian, frustrated: This is hell.
Tim: Says the demon himself.
Damian, seething: Still. Not. Funny.