#justice league
Dick: We should settle this like civilized adults.
Jason: I agree.
Dick: So, a rap battle?
Jason: A rap battle.
Bruce: WHAT ARE YOU DOING.
Tim, mixing different energy drinks in a cauldron: You know there’s an indigenous word, used to describe people like you.
Tim:PARTY-POOPER
Tim: *violently opens the curtains*
Tim: Wake up or we’ll be late for the parade!
Conner: mY EYES!!
Tim: It’s called sunlight and it’s not that bright.
Conner: IT’S NOT THE SUN IT’S YOUR OUTFIT.
Tim, completely draped in pride themed sequin clothings:oh.
Tim: I think Alfred’s mad at you.
Jason: What makes you say that?
Tim: Because he’s cleaning up the mess you made and asked me to deliver this to you.
Jason, reading the note: “Young Master Jason, I hope this note finds you before I do.”
Roy: I don’t think we can mansplain, manipulate or malewife our way out of it this time.
Jason: *cracking his knuckles*
Jason: Manslaughter it is.
Tim: You like my personality?
Conner: I was surprised too
Bruce:Tim, Do you have any viable product ideas to contribute?
Tim: Multiple.
Tim:Which one should i present first: ‘Conditioner Gordan’, 'Alfred-no-fret Surface Cleaner’ or 'Bruce Bruise medication’
Board of Directors: :O
Bruce: Ah yes, more therapy sessions it is.
Steph: How dare you run a check on me?! How would you feel if I interfered in YOUR personal life?
Tim: I’d hate it and that’s why I CLEVERLY, have no personal life.
Steph: *during a game* Quick, name a yellow fruit!
Tim, panicking:Orange?!
Jason: *sends a voice message*
Bruce, texting back: I’m a little busy, is it urgent?
Jason: Oh don’t worry about it!
[later]
Bruce: *presses play*
Jason’s recorded message: BRUCE, THERE’S A F*CKING FIRE IN THE MANOR AND–
Jason, taking off his helmet to reveal another helmet underneath: Does this answer your question?
Roy: I never asked a question.
Dick, throwing confetti: You bring the razzle, and I’ll bring the dazzle.
Bruce: *while apprehending a criminal* Is this why you made me add pockets to your suit?
Dick: Yes and it is 100% worth it.
Tim: *gets a papercut*
Dick: *who recently got his wisdom tooth removed*
Dick, tearing up: DEAR GOD, hasn’t he been through enough–
Damian, to Jason: Don’t be cocky. it doesn’t suit you.
Tim: *clears throat*
Damian: On YOU, I can pull it off.
Dick: I thought you were dead!
Jason: Yeah, I get that a lot
Genie: You have 17 wishes.
Tim: Isn’t it normally 3??
Genie: Well yeah but *hand gestures all over Tim* lot of issues here.
Jason: Yes, I may be morally corrupted.
Jason: But I’m also incredibly hot and I think that makes up for it honestly.
Dick: I won
Kory: But I have you pinned to the ground?
Dick: I know
