Bruce: Y/N… Why did you draw a pentagram on the floor?
Batsib: Your text told me to satanize the house before you returned.
Bruce: I wrote sanitize, Batsib.
Dick: When's the last time you slept?
Tim: Uh… a few days ago, I think.
Tim: Uh… starts counting on fingers I need more fingers…
Dick: What you need is sleep!
Damian: Is C always like this when they lose?
Jason: Oh, yes. You should've been there for the Great Jenga Tantrum of 2015.
Wonder!Reader: You bumped that table, and you know it!
Assassin!Reader, watching Damian get stabbed: You’re dead. You are very dead. When you are a corpse, I will hack away at your flesh and eat you raw.
Damian: L/N, I’m not dead yet.
Assassin!Reader: Let me have my moment of rage to avenge you.
Damian: I’d prefer it if you didn’t let me die.
Cop: Can you describe the person who stabbed you?
Jason, talking about Wonder!Reader: Lithe, spirited, outgoing, and not afraid to speak their mind. They were a raw sexual force and they knew it. They were a dandelion fluff on a summer day, gone in an instant, leaving you with nothing but a memory of their touch and the faint taste of strawberries on your lips.
Cop: …Great, we have a motive, but we still need a description.