Red Hood: *wiping blood away from his busted lip* You made one big mistake, you ancient dirtbag.
Ra’s al Ghul: And what was that?
Red Hood: You pissed off your grandson.
Robin: *spits out a broken tooth and cracks his knuckles*
Red Hood: *wiping blood away from his busted lip* You made one big mistake, you ancient dirtbag.
Ra’s al Ghul: And what was that?
Red Hood: You pissed off your grandson.
Robin: *spits out a broken tooth and cracks his knuckles*
Red Robin: Ra’s isn’t your usual scumbag.
Red Hood: And we’re not your usual vigilantes.
Tam: *reading Ra’s al Ghul’s casefile* So, how old is this guy?
Tim: Let me put it this way: He was one of the original investors in Apple, the fruit.
Doing everything to protect your secret identity be like…
Ra’s: You look kind of… young, Detective.
Red Robin: Uh, yeah… I have that disease that makes you look like an old man, but they gave me medicine for it and I took too much.
Ra’s: Who are you talking to?
Red Robin: *as Oracle’s image fades out on his communicator watch* Tech support.
When you’re desperate to win a young Detective over to your side…
Red Robin: You’ve got to let me out!
Ra’s al Ghul: No, not until Stockholm Syndrome sets in.
The moment Ra’s realized that it was more prudent to just release Red Robin…
Red Hood: Where’s Tim?
Ra’s: Don’t worry about the young Detective.
Red Hood: Oh, I’m sorry, have you met me?
When you’ve just been resurrected and you’re still wrapping your head around it…
Jason [to Ra’s and Talia]: So, what? I’m miraculously healed and all you stunning people have magical powers?
Red Hood: *disarms Ra’s* Drop it, dickhead.
Ra’s: You won’t kill me.
Red Hood: Oh, yeah? Why not?
Ra’s: Because you’re a Robin. There are rules for Robins.
Red Hood: Yeah. That’s what Batman keeps telling me.
Talia: Father, I’m middle-aged.
Ra’s: Beloved, I’m middle-aged.
Talia: Really.
Talia: And how many 500-year-old men do you know?