


“I clawed my way our of a grave and looked better than those things.”

“Why do I have the feeling that your ‘parties’ involve me being whacked as the pinata?”
“Because that’s not too far away from the reality. As long as you keep the big padre of this ‘family’ away, I’ll try and resist beating you up.”

“Where the hell have you been?”

“Don’t think so highly of yourself. There’s a reason you don’t get invited to movie night.”
“Whatever, I’m sure that those are… special nights. I wouldn’t want to sit in a room with the whole lot of you, I hang around much more interesting people anyway.”

“Who said anything about a team-up. You’d only slow me down.”
“I doubt that you can keep up with me, kid. Come on, admit that you would love a night out with more more than with Bats.”

“Of course Bruce would disappear again. He always turns his back on us."

“Todd. You ready for another butt kicking?”
“Slow down there, nobody invited you over for a team up. I doubt that your daddy will let you sneak out with me.”

“It’s not really a ‘party’ with you, is it?”
“Not the kind of party that someone like you can enjoy, that’s for sure. And here I thought that Grayson was bad enough.”
