Character: Robin

- Who painted it? - asked she, when the Strike has returned in a fresh shirt.
- My nephew Jack. He treated me bad, for no apparent reason.

I think you know, but just in case, no one could love you more than I do.

Wait... so Batman lives in the basement of Bruce Wayne?
- No, it's Bruce Wayne lives in the attic Batman.

It's simple. There is good and evil. There are people who commit crimes and those who prevent them. Two sides of the same coin, opposite as day and night. Between them is a clear boundary, or at least should be held.

There is good and evil, but hold between them a clear distinction impossible. Do one good deed made him a hero? And I'm to blame for everything that's happened because of a single mistake? In the end I can only say that the answers do not appear by themselves. Just seems that everything is simple, but it's not.

Winning is not important! When I won, I was already thinking about friends.

- We're surprisingly similar.
- I don't like you! You are a criminal, crazy, you only care about destruction.
- And everything you care, you already destroyed.

You're as fake as everything else.

I knew we'll see each other again. Now you will not be bored when we're together, I promise you won't! Afraid going but not to get bored.

People only believe when they are interested. Better to leave early than get bored.

- You were gorgeous.
Really?
I don't remember.

All men are evil.

- Know how to excite a man?
- How?
- To show themselves. That's all. We are the guys with us is easy.

I don't want to shoot a deer.
Nonsense, Robin, Jr. Deer hunting is a noble pursuit.
- But they're cute.
The same thing you were talking about rabbits. But remember how delicious they were?