Young Robin: Twenty rounds a second and you're still too slow.
Black Mask: I'm being forced into negotiating with a psychotic.
Ms. Li: That doesn't sound good.
Black Mask: No. It's going to be a nightmare.
Red Hood: Hard to forget that night, huh? In a way, Batman, this was the site of your first great failure. Maybe your greatest, but certainly not your last, right? Ah, memories.
Nightwing: Packs quite the punch for a toaster on steroids, huh? Need a hand?
Nightwing: OK, well, how about I just stick around and watch?
Leon: You wanna die? There's easier ways to kill yourself.
Red Hood: Yeah, like yelling at the guy who's holding the AK-47.
Red Hood: This is what it's all been about. This! You, me, him! Now is the time you decide! If you won't kill this psychotic piece of filth, I will! If you want to stop me, you're going to have to kill me.
Batman: You know I won't.
Red Hood: I'm going to blow his deranged brains out! And if you want to stop it, you are going to have to shoot me, right in my face.
Joker: This is turning out even better than I'd hoped.
Nightwing: He's got some moves, huh? And as much I hate to belabor a point.
Alfred Pennyworth: And still that is often exactly what you do.
Nightwing: I'm chatty. It's part of my charm. I'm saying that our boy here has some skills. He's been trained and trained well. Like right there. That. He sliced that cable off his ankle before it went taunt.You don't just do that. That has to be practiced. Learned.