She's too young. Too innocent. Too human. For what I'm becoming.

When Barrons looks at me like that, it rattles me. Lust, in those ancient, obsidian eyes, offers no trace of humanity. Doesn’t even bother trying. Savage Mac wants to invite it to come out and play. I think she’s nuts. Nuts, I tell you.

I don't know about you, but I call impromptu vomiting harm.

It's just another of Robin's sayings. Like, 'Holy strawberries, Batman, we're in a jam! Or, Holy Kleenex, Batman, it was right under our nose and we blew it!

Pretty girls don't have ugly mouths.

A wing or a thigh? Ah, I'm afraid we don't have any thighs left.

I don't make sonic booms. I want a whip. I like the idea of walking around making sonic booms everywhere.