Y/N: Damian, give me your sword

Damian: Why?

Y/N: Bullets aren't enough, I want to stab him

Damian, handing his sword: Funally some common ground

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Raven: ...

Y/N: ...

Raven: ...

Y/N, sniffs: Nice perfume. Is that Chanel, number 666?

Damian: Says the person who literally died once

Y/N: That was years ago!!!

Damian: Yes, it sure smells that way

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Raven: You often use humor to deflect trauma

Y/N: Thank you

Raven: I didnt say that was a good thing

Y/N: What I'm heraing is you think I'm funny

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Raven, talking to Y/N on the phone: Did you preheat the oven like i told you?

Y/N: You bet?

Raven: At what temperature?

Y/N: 535

Raven: That's the clock

Y/N: ...

Raven: ...

Y/N: 536

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Raven: accidentally hits Y/N in the face

Raven: *Trying to decide between saying "I'm fucking sorry" and "are you okay"*

Raven: ARE YOU FUCKING SORRY?!

Y/N: What's wrong with you!?

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Raven: How do i deal with my enemies?

Y/N: Kill them

Y/N: That's bit extreme, I was hoping for a more passive solution

Y/N: Kill them only a little?