Dick: Tim, what happened? You look… 70.
That’s not very polite, Richard.
Dick: Tim, what happened? You look… 70.
That’s not very polite, Richard.
Red Hood: Timbo, pretend I’m saying this in a soothing, reassuring, non-robotic voice: We’re not gonna make it to the hospital.
Jason [to Damian, about Tim]: He’s acting like the impression of him we do behind his back.
At Gotham Academy…
Tim: I’m Damian Wayne’s emergency contact.
Teacher: So, you’re here to pick him up?
Tim: I’m here to be removed as his emergency contact.
Tim: We need to talk.
Steph: Are you breaking up with me?
Tim: Oh, good. Guess we don’t need to talk.
That’s not how you do it, Timothy.
Jason: I’ve been following you. How’d you get the little brat to play football?
Tim: I’m not having a conversation with someone that emerged from a bush.
Jason: Because I’m right?
Tim: No, because I’m not in a commercial for a breakfast cereal!
Tim: I got this theory, in private, that I don’t actually exist.
Red Hood Beyond…
50-year-old Jason: When the time comes, Tim needs to tell my son who I really am. I’m not a good man. I’m a criminal and a killer. I need my son to grow up hating the thought of me.
When your best friend comes to visit you at Wayne Manor…
Tim: You okay?
Conner: Just another life-threatening conversation with your dad.
When asked what Tim’s like…
Jason: Trust me, if he saw a naked girl outside a computer screen, he’d remember.