Batman says you’re comin’ with me! You dare mock me, child? “YoU DaRe MoCk Me ChiLd?” Aw, nuts! I forgot my spray bottle! Hilarious, Ollie… I know. Are you, uh… you know? Ugh. Single? Yes and happily so. I was gonna say Kryptonian. Doctor… Captain… Just need a priest and we can walk into a bar. Wanna hear a joke? Ah, gee. This oughta be somethin’. Harley Quinn vs. Superman. I’m no fan of hitting girls. You’ll be lucky to tickle me. Yup. I kinda would be. I’m growing tomatoes; any tips? Choke on them. No salsa for you. You stole my look. I’ll steal everything of yours. Enjoy my arrest warrants. I understand you have a family. Stay away from them, you son of a bitch. Oh, so you’ve met my mother. You actually talk to plants? Don’t you talk to fish? I command them! Here to yell at me, Dinah? Damn right I am. Ring, gimme earplugs, stat! Mercenaries are the hounds of duty. English, please? You are disposable. I’m the fastest man alive! I’ve heard better lines at the Ace o’ Clubs. Couldn’t you be intimidated? Just this once?! Boop beep dap boop boop. What are you doin’? That’s robot for “you’re dead!” You ain’t so tough, Superman. What gives you that idea? Alfred knocked yer freakin’ ass out! So, has Bruce ever sat you down for, the talk? How young do you think I am? Not THAT talk, Firestorm! Sorry, Miss Ivy. I have to fight you. Thought we get to know each other. I know, but it’s like… Batman’s orders. I met your mother once. No woman could surpass her. That’s why you don’t have a girlfriend. What now, pretty bird? You haven’t been a good boy. My safe word’s “arrowcave.” Come here, Black Canary. Want me to sing for you? I want to crush your neck! Ten bucks says the whip won’t touch me. Make it twenty. You’re on, Selina! Oh captain, my captain… Whitman? Seriously? A little culture wouldn’t kill you. Done with the clown obsession? Once you go clown, you never… eh… I can see why he dumped you. Let’s play a game, Quinn. Nah! No fun playin’ with cheat-ahs! Hee hee! I’ll silence your puns. Nice outfit. Yours is just… alright. Take that back! Move, Arrow, and I’ll blast ya. Why’s it gotta be a cold gun? Captain Tropical doesn’t roll off the tongue. One of the musical mop-tops from Liverpool. Might as well be speaking Greek, brah. Ugh. Never trust anyone under thirty.