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.

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.

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?