Alfred?
Yes, sir.
We're going to have company.
A sleepover? Oh, goody.
Most scenes together: Nightwing & Damian Wayne (3), Alfred Pennyworth & Damian Wayne (3), Talia al Ghul & Batman (3)
Alfred?
Yes, sir.
We're going to have company.
A sleepover? Oh, goody.
Talk.
Not in the mood for games.
I have a kid here. [Turns to Damian] Who says he's your son?
I'll be right there.
You look like you've been working out, Croc. The tail's new.
Yeah, got an upgrade.
I wanna help. Like he used to. [points to Dick]
Bad enough you've given yourself away and let them know we're onto them, but you're letting vengeance guide you.
You've never felt vengeful?
Every day. You have to keep your center, Damian. You can't fight crime by becoming a criminal. From now on, stay close. That's an order.
I can do that.
Wait a minute. I'm not gonna like this, am I?
... Nope.
I'll drive.
No.
I know how.
No.
Is this what you wore in training?
It's what I wore when I went on patrol.
The only thing that's missing is lace trim and a sun hat.
You don't fool me. I know what you're thinking. You're thinking that you could be Robin. Well, you can't.
I don't need some insipid costume and a bird name. I'm way beyond your kind of simplistic training. As you saw tonight.
Don't forget, you lost that fight.
So this is the fabled Batcave. Grandfather told me about it. Smaller than I imagined. Very efficient, though.
He is the spitting image of you at that age. It's a bit chilling.
Go ahead. Finish me. You were trained to kill your enemies, weren't you? It's what you want. It's what your grandfather would do. It's what I would do. Well, do it!
No. I'm my father's son, too. I'm Robin!
Now your luck ends.
You call it luck, I call it skill. [spits in Deathstroke's eye]
I thank you for my life and the life of my son.
Our son.
I need to rebuild the League. Make it stronger, better. Come with me. You and I, together with Damian, would be invincible.
The best way to fix the League is to disband it.
If only it were that easy. Damian should stay with me. He will want to be with his mother.
He's Robin now. He stays with the Batman.
Want a drink?
Last time you offered me one, it didn't go so well.
Oh, you’re right. If I remember correctly, I slipped a little something into your beverage.
Same way I remember it.
It made you romantic.
It made me do what you wanted.
Ra's?
Sorry. He just seemed ...
Like you? Indestructible?
I hope this isn't too cramped for you. That door heads to your bath. The other, to a game room. And you also have this for your amusement. [Alfred turns on the T.V. and Looney Tunes plays] Naturally, you have the run of the mansion.
Of course. I know that. Prepare some tea, Pennyworth. Brown sugar instead of white, fresh-cut lemon. A china cup.
Perhaps master would like some warm mixed nuts and a moist hand towel.
Watch yourself, Pennyworth. I'm not so young that I don't understand sarcasm.
While I am much too old to care.
Really ticks me off; after all the lectures he gave me about using protection.
Indeed.
I took the cut, I can take the stitch.
And maybe YOU need to go fu--
Master Dick!
Maybe you should remember who the blood son is.
"Bloodthirsty" is more like it.
I think we might be able to skip the gardener.
Well, he was trained by the League of Assassins.
I, myself, am rooting for the shrubbery.
He has talent.