tim: I’m making subtle hints that my family should go to therapy.
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jason: Damn, I dropped my chopsticks.
tim: Like dad dropped the ball on raising us? You know what help with that? Some fucking therapy
dick: Can I eat in peace?!?!
This one is actually my favourite as compares our nightwing to the injustice: gods among us one (whom just to remind you died because damian threw an escrima stick at him (not strong just a little thwack) and dick went from standing position to flat on the floor as he lost balance, which would have been no problemo but a tiny pebble was right underneath his neck and so he died as it snapped)
the spider: ew, an emotionally unstable loser who won't stop shoving food in their fat face, and has been crying over the same person who doesn't care about them, for weeks!
Clark:…Do you not remember what happened last time?
Diana: But Red Hood put the fire out!
Clark: That’s hardly a mark in his favor!
Diana: But he wasn’t trying to push Red Robin out the window!
Clark: Hn.
Bruce (walking in with dark circles under his eyes and a toilet plunger stuck absently to his forehead. He is clutching a cup of coffee like it is his only lifeline): What are we talking about?