Nightwing: The psychos just keep getting younger.
Damian Wayne: So this is the fabled Batcave. Grandfather told me about it. Smaller than I imagined. Very efficient, though.
Alfred Pennyworth: He is the spitting image of you at that age. It's a bit chilling.
Alfred Pennyworth: Are you all right, Master Dick?
Dick Grayson: I took the cut, I can take the stitch.
Damian Wayne: Maybe you need more anesthetic.
Dick Grayson: And maybe you need to go f...
Alfred Pennyworth: Master Dick!
Deathstroke: Finish me. You were trained to kill your enemies, weren't you? It's what you want.
Damian Wayne: It's what I would do.
Deathstroke: It's what your grandfather would do. Well, do it.
Damian Wayne: No. I'm my father's son, too. I'm Robin.
Damian Wayne: Is this what you wore in training?
Dick Grayson: It's what I wore when I went on patrol.
Damian Wayne: The only thing that's missing is lace trim and a sun hat.
Dick Grayson: You don't fool me. I know what you're thinking. You're thinking that you could be Robin. Well, you can't.
Damian Wayne: I don't need some insipid costume and a bird name. I'm way beyond your kind of simplistic training. As you saw tonight.
Dick Grayson: Don't forget, you lost that fight.
Damian Wayne: Leave, harlots.
Killer Croc: You know, Bats... the problem with steroids is I get the munchies.
Batman: You look like you've been working out, Croc. The tail's new.
Killer Croc: Yeah, got an upgrade.
