Y/N: Can I buy you a drink?

Raven: No, sorry. Its bad for my legs.

Y/N: Why? Do they swell?

Raven: No, they spread.

Y/N: (smirks and drinks his shot)

Raven: (realises and blushes hard)

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Jaime: What makes your girlfriends wet?

Dick: My ass

BB: My french accent

Damian: My sword

Y/N: Opera

Dick: Opera?

Y/N: Yeah. While we were on an opera, I was eating her out while opera played in the background. Now everytime she thinks or hears an opera, she becomes wet.

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Y/N: I'm looking for my brother. Short. Dark. Bit of a bitch.

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Thug: *takes out a knife*

Y/N: A knife? Are you flirting with me!?

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Damian: *giggling evily*

Y/N: We can't giggle, it's a crime scene.

Dick: Which you caused.

Y/N: I'm sorry that his throat flied into my knife.

Dick: Because Damian throwed him towards you.

Damian: You mean yeetted towards a knife.

Dick: Not helping.

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Y/N: If we locked up Bruce, Dick, Kate and Luke in a room, who would come out crying first?

Damian: The room.

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Raven: Huh. Did you know that skin is your biggest organ!

Y/N: (smirking) Not my biggest organ.

Raven: (blushes)

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Robin Y/N: Who are you?

Red Hood Y/N: I'm you but I can say "Fuck".

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Y/N: If you're murded, at least someone thought you were important enough to not exits anymore

Dick: That's... not as comforting as you think.

Y/N: (crying) IT IS TO ME!