On Tim and Damian making amends…
Bruce: I think it’s time for you to bury the hatchet.
Damian: Waste of a good hatchet.
On Tim and Damian making amends…
Bruce: I think it’s time for you to bury the hatchet.
Damian: Waste of a good hatchet.
Bruce: Can you estimate the value of everything that was taken?
Tim: Emotionally? $700 million.
Tim: Anyone seen Bruce? He seemed a little down earlier.
Steph: Yeah, he let me choose the music on the way over here, which leads me to believe that he’s given up on life.
On Bruce and Oliver…
Roy: Looks like we both have a pretty bad case of “jerk boss.”
Jason: Yes, yours is an idiot, and mine is a forked-tongue lizard witch.
Jason: As you may know, for the past two years, B and I have engaged in an epic battle of wits. The goal? To determine who must call the other an amazing detective-slash-genius.
Bruce: The first year, by sheer dumb luck, Jason eked out a feeble victory.
Jason: And last year I let the boss win because he’s old and sad.
Dick wearing his old “discowing” uniform…
Damian: Why are you dressed up? You look like an idiot.
Dick: But… but…
Tim: Yeah, what are you supposed to be, a sassy car mechanic?
Jason: No, come on, he’s clearly the rejected Pop-Tarts mascot, Hairy Pop-Tart.
Dick: I am not! You know who I am!
Bruce: Boys, that’s enough. You’re making Dick feel bad on purpose. He’s Elvis…
Dick: Not even close!
Bruce: … Elvis Stojko, the Canadian figure skater.
Dick: No!!!!
After taking down a group of thugs…
Batman: I was trying to shield you. Do you know how much stress I’ve been under lately? My butler says he hasn’t seen me smile in weeks.
Commissioner Jim Gordon: How much did you smile before that?
Batman: Constantly.
And somewhere back at the Manor, Alfred chokes on his tea.
After taking down a group of thugs…
Batman: I was trying to shield you. Do you know how much stress I’ve been under lately? My butler says he hasn’t seen me smile in weeks.
Commissioner Jim Gordon: How much did you smile before that?
Batman: Constantly.
And somewhere back at the Manor, Alfred chokes on his tea.
Mission briefing…
Batman: The B-52 is on the ocean floor here at a depth of 8,000 feet –
Red Hood: Or 1,333 fathoms.
Red Robin: How do you know that?
Red Hood: How do you not?
Clark: *grinning* Well go on, give your dad a hug.
Bruce: Oh, I don’t think that’s –
Jason: Possible.