Hal: So the guy goes whacky?
Bruce: Hn. I was going to use more technical terms.
Hal: That’s why I interrupted you.
Hal: So the guy goes whacky?
Bruce: Hn. I was going to use more technical terms.
Hal: That’s why I interrupted you.
Robin: *reviewing a case file on the Batcomputer*
Nightwing: You believe that this guy hasn’t yet recovered emotionally because he’s incapable of finding a new safe house?
Red Robin: It doesn’t take a psychiatrist to know that one.
Red Hood: Standing right here, guys.
Bruce: My last will and testament is three hundred and twelve pages long.
Dick: Mine’s written on a sticky note. “Everything goes back to Batman.” But don’t worry, don’t worry. I used your real name to keep it legal.
GL Simon: *sees Batman across the room*
GL Simon: Is he looking at me like an angry school teacher?
GL Hal: Yeah. Yeah, he does that a lot.
Because when you recount your experiences in the hopes that your kids will learn something from them, there’s always that one son…
Batman: But to face a pack of parademons alone –
Red Hood: I’m sure you could just bore them to death with all your “justice” talk.
Batman: I always enjoy learning something.
Superman: Well, how about learning how to have fun, Bruce?
Meanwhile, Bruce’s Brain: “Cannot compute! Cannot compute!”
Red Hood: *throwing an infinitesimal Wayne Tech USB drive up in the air and catching it over and over with one hand*
Red Hood: So why did Bruce pay eight zillion dollars for this crappy software when we have you?
Red Robin: Under normal circumstances, it allows me to take longer coffee breaks.
Red Robin: *hacking into the facility’s security system*
Nightwing: We shouldn’t do this. We’re technically still on lockdown.
Red Robin: Well, if we don’t, *gestures to Red Hood, who just cocked both his guns* then he’s just going to shoot out the locks.
Discussing how to take down a criminal with an IQ of 145…
Red Hood: Timmy, we’re smarter than he is!
Red Hood: Well, you’re smarter. You’re the smartest person in the world. Ever. I mean, since the beginning of time.
On the rooftop where they first chased each other…
Bruce: *fidgeting with his cuff links (something old: was his father’s)*
Selina: *smoothening out her lacy, white dress (something new: picked by Harley and Ivy)*
Bruce: *glances at something in the evening sky*
Selina: *knows exactly what her fiancé’s been not-so-discreetly staring at behind her*
Selina: *sighs and grabs his face so that he’s looking her straight in the eye*
Selina: You are not allowed to die. Do you understand?