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.
Damian: Drake.
Tim: Brat. The bet ends today. Are you ready?
Damian: I was born ready.
Tim: To lose? The whole question was, “Are you ready to lose?” and you said you were born that way.
Damian: Twist my words all you want.
Tim: Okay.
Damian: I’m winning this bet.
Jason: What bet? What’re you guys talking about?
Dick: Seriously? The bet? They’ve been keeping score all year. It comes up all the time. What are you doin’ all day?
Jason: Nothin’. Why, you wanna hang out?
Damian: Drake.
Tim: Brat. The bet ends today. Are you ready?
Damian: I was born ready.
Tim: To lose? The whole question was, “Are you ready to lose?” and you said you were born that way.
Damian: Twist my words all you want.
Tim: Okay.
Damian: I’m winning this bet.
Jason: What bet? What’re you guys talking about?
Dick: Seriously? The bet? They’ve been keeping score all year. It comes up all the time. What are you doin’ all day?
Jason: Nothin’. Why, you wanna hang out?
Alfred: Master Timothy, here are two pictures. One is your closet; the other is a garbage dump in Blüdhaven. Can you guess which is which?
Tim: *points at one* That one’s the dump?
Alfred: They’re both your closet.
Tim: *sheepishly* Gah, I should’ve guessed that. *to his brothers* He’s good!
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.
Jason: Putting up a bunch of photos of smiling vigilantes isn’t going to change how people feel about us.
Dick: I think this campaign is very promising. Timmy, what’s your take?
Jason: Oh right, let’s hear an unbiased opinion from your straight up swimfan.
Jason: You should have seen us, Babs! Tim and I were amazing.
Barbara: I somersaulted through a window, cut the crown out of a briefcase, and replaced everything in under a minute.
Jason: Yeah, I guess you helped a little. But our fake argument was super convincing, and all of a sudden we had to make it longer, and we did!
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!!!!
At Tim’s new safehouse, glass shards on the floor…
Tim: It was a sealed window on the fifth floor. You could have just gone in through the door with Dick!
Jason: Yeah, but then what would my catchphrase have been? “Knock, knock? Who’s there? Justice?”