Vox: Save your little project or fight your greatest enemy. You can’t do both!
Alastor: I’m sorry… what did you just say?
Vox: You can’t do both?
Alastor: No! I mean the other thing.
Vox: Save the hotel or fight your greatest enemy?
Alastor: HA! You think you’re my greatest enemy?
Vox: Yes! You’re obsessed with me!
Alastor: HA! No I’m not.
Vox: Yes you are!
Alastor: No I’m not.
Vox: YES YOU ARE! Who else drives you to one up them the way I do?
Alastor: Lucifer.
Vox: No he doesn’t!
Alastor: Susan.
Vox: WHO?!
Alastor: Look my chum, I’d say I don’t currently have AN enemy. I am harassing a few different people.
Vox: What?!
Alastor: I like to fight around!
Vox: Okay okay, look. Im fine with you fighting other people if you wanna do that. But what we have is special. So when people ask you who’s your number one rival you say?!
Alastor: Susan.
Vox: NO! Are you seriously saying there is nothing- NOTHING special about our relationship?
Alastor, our aroace king: Woah! My dear, I don’t do “ships!”
Vox: What?
Alastor: As in “relationships”, there is no us.
Vox, immediately after Alastor leaves: *sobs and cuts his photo out of a group photo*
Honestly? My main piece of advice for writing well-rounded characters is to make them a little bit lame. No real living person is 100% cool and suave 100% of the time. Everyone's a little awkward sometimes, or gets too excited about something goofy, or has a silly fear, or laughs about stupid things. Being a bit of a loser is an incurable part of the human condition. Utilize that in your writing.
who would have thought the nerdy and sassy, "go fuck yourself I spent 70 years in hell but 5 minutes around this bitch is even more painful" ghost boy who hates pretty much everyone except his totally platonic 'best friend' would end up being the bicycle of the show who you end up shipping with three different people: a literal bird, a sassy hundred year old with cat eyes (essentially the dead boy detectives equivalent of magnus bane) and his aforementioned 'best friend'
This is a regularly repeating conversation that covers anything and everything. Lost an organ? Well, you didn’t ask. Secretly eloped? Never came up. Adopted a child? Well, I’m telling you now. Spent four months in an alternate dimension and came back ten minutes after you left? Huh, could have sworn I mentioned that, but to be fair it’s not like you asked.
And every. Single. Time. Batman is just like… No? It’s not? Why would I have thought to ask that?
Barbara tells Bruce it’s karma for never telling the Justice League anything. Bruce is not amused. Barbara proceeds to invite him to her wedding.
You better watch out, buddy – I have extremely unusual life experiences which I mistakenly believe are universal, and I'm about to misinterpret your post in ways you can't even imagine.