- Robin: Ah, Dr. Light. Did you come up with that shit by yourself, or did you parents saddle with that bullshit? I mean, come on. What a lame fucking name.
- Dr. Light: Shut it.
- Robin: What? Is my talking annoying you, dickweed? 'Cause that's the thing. I can do it all day. All night. And if you're nice, twice on a Sunday.
- Dick Grayson: He was attacked here. Then dragged. Tracks disappear a hundred yards down.
- Dawn Granger: He could be anywhere.
- Donna Troy: If he's still alive.
- Dick Grayson: He's alive. Dr. Light's using him as bait to lure us out. If he was dead, he would have left him here.
- Donna Troy: How does that make it any better?
- Dick Grayson: I'm not saying it makes it better.
- Hank Hall: Back up. So the kid is bait to you now? Is that right? That's rich, Dick.
- Dick Grayson: You were bagging on him a minute ago, and now he's your best friend?
- Hank Hall: Not about me, pal. This is all because of you and your big, dumb fuckin' idea to start up the Titans again!
- Dawn Granger: I'm out.
- Donna Troy: Yep, me too.
- Hank Hall: What? Where are you going?
- Dawn Granger: To get Jason. And for the record, this is all of our faults. Every single one of us. So get over it and move on.
- Dr. Light: Why are you sitting there like a damn statue when our whole fuckin' plan is going up in smoke?
- Deathstroke: This is good.
- Dr. Light: Oh, yeah. Good. What exactly is good about four months of planning going down the fucking drain? When you broke me out, you told me you would kill these bastards as long as I herded them to San Francisco! And you just let our best chance of killing these masks slip through our fingers. And for what?
- Deathstroke: For a reason you may not be capable of understanding.
- Dr. Light: You know, ever since you found out that your daughter is running with the Titans, you're losing focus. I'm beginning to wonder just how different you are from them. With this ridiculous costume, swinging your sword around, nothing gets done.
- Deathstroke: If you're looking for a result, I'm happy to provide you with one.
- Robin: You really are a pathetic piece of shit. You know that? Rose deserves than you for a father. Yeah. Some freak in a ski mask whose name sounds like a bad case of VD. My friends will never give her up. You know that.
- Deathstroke: Well, then, you're the price they pay.
- Robin: Fuck you, you pretentious asshole. Hey, look at me. I'm not scared of you.
- Deathstroke: You should be terrified. But instead, you've been played by that charlatan, Dick Grayson, who gives costumes to foolish kids, making them believe they're heroes. Leading you, like lambs to slaughter. But not to worry, soon you'll learn. For death leads to purification.
- Dick Grayson: I know you're here. I'm sure this has nothing to do with Jason or Rose. You want your pound of flesh. Revenge for what happened. And I want this to end once and for all. So how about we make a deal, huh? You can have me instead of Rose or Jason. I'm pretty sure I'm the one you're mad at anyway. Here I am. Unarmed.
- Deathstroke: You never learn, do you? Always the hero. But you're not gonna dictate how this will go. You're not a martyr. You're a con man. Preying on those weak enough to follow you. The problem with con men is that they never know when to stop. And someone else always pays.
- Dick Grayson: Let's just get this over with, huh?