"Yeah. Thanks. Just what I need. Black lipstick."

"His name is Tim and I think my dick will never understand the difference between fear and arousal again."

Now you must endure. Drabbles of the Inquisitor and those who follow.

"You're fucking with me." Tim blinks up at his uncle – and he's never seen his uncle in full armor before, not in person. It's kind of daunting. "Please tell me you're fucking with me, spawn."

"This is the fortieth time." Jason says, "Just to point that out. I'm not complaining, or anything."

"On the bright side," Dick says as he shimmies down the building, "You didn't raise a group of homicidal, raging, vengeful killers and sociopaths so much as you raised a group of emotionally-volatile, obsessive, spiteful vigilantes and paper pushers."