[Expectation] Dick: Bruce, I know what you’re going to say, and believe me, I totally agree with you. There is no excuse for what I did. It was idiotic, immature, totally reckless, and I’m really sorry. I’m just hoping against hope that you will give me another chance, which I admit I don’t deserve. If you could just find it in your heart to forgive me, I know I could earn your trust back.
[Reality] Jason: It’s not like it was even the Batmobile!
Tim: Hey, you can tear up the Batcave if you want – with Batman here – and explain it to him, or you can quit and slink away like the monosyllabic mouth-breathers you are.
Jason [to Tim]: This is an official apology. I’m a horrible person and I’m sorry. What I did was horrible, even by our standards. And, let’s face it, we’ve set the bar very low.
The Batfamily’s cue to start worrying about Red Hood…
Alfred: Master Jason may be violent and uncommunicative, but he is never tardy.
Said Alfred, as he glances at the grandfather clock, only the slightest hint of worry seen through a raised eyebrow in an otherwise well-rehearsed stoic face, then at his other grandkids sitting at the dinner table, ready at a moment’s notice to drop their utensils to look for their brother.