Timothy Drake (New Earth)/Quotes
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But if Bruce taught me anything, it's that you have to have a game plan for everything, even for death. 
We're all blessed with a conscious mind, capable of anything. We can solve all the problems of the world with that mind -- yet you want to get it smashed and ripped and wasted. Well, not me. I want my mind in the best possible condition -- the way it's mean to be -- with me in control. And that's why I'll never take drugs.
Don't mind me. I'm just the sidekick.
Dick, I remember you swinging down to the ground as your parents climbed the ladder. Your mother went first. Your father followed. And then it happened. Their trapeze rope snapped, and they fell. I turned away. I couldn't watch. Then I heard you crying and I turned back and saw your holding onto them, and I began crying, too.
I mean, can you imagine - Gotham without the Batman?
I've been avoiding you. It's... your background. The assassin training and all that. It's just... my childhood's so normal. I mean, Batman and Nightwing had some rough stuff to deal with growing up, but... but you -- you were raised to be that guy down there, and you turned yourself into one of us. That's... pretty intimidating.
This one's too big for us, Batman.
Sorry, Dad... but Gotham needs me.
Who uses grenades in close-quarters combat? That guy, apparently.
Get clear and try not to get shot.
Batman couldn't make it. Sunshine depresses him.
Sure, he seems like a joke. Until he blinds someone... or sends them into anaphylactic shock.
The natural order? Exactly how do you define that? In a world where people cheat death every other day? Where magic and science can be turned upside down -- anytime some super-powered alien throws a hissy fit?
I only serve one man. And he's not here right now. You need to leave this place right now. Or I can't be responsible for what's going to happen.
He's alive. Bruce is alive... He's out there somewhere. I know he is. I know I'm right. Bruce Wayne... Batman... is alive. They think I'm grieving. That I'm in denial. That I've lost it. But he's all I have and he has to be alive. Stay focused. Keep looking. Find the answer. Bruce is out there somewhere. And he wouldn't give up on me. I won't let him down. I won't let him fade away. Please, God, don't let me be crazy.
I felt myself crossing the line. But is there even a line to cross anymore? Does it even matter? Batman is dead, right? And I'm sure as hell not Robin.
You're right. You're right about everything. I lost my way. I was in a bad place, and I made bad decisions. People got hurt... people got killed. And it's on me. But I'm better now. I know who I am, and I'm going to set things right.
I'm not Batman. I have friends.
I wait for Lynx to come, knowing she can't refuse the challenge. Thinking... this isn't how Bruce would do it -- even Dick... luring out a bad guy to fight them in front of a crowd... just to make a statement -- and to set the "master plan" in motion...
At the end of the day, I have to accept that I can control everything...except the things I can't control
Lynx. Scarab. Steph. Cass and now this. I'm either the luckiest guy in the world or the most pathetic.
This is my mission. And I'm going to do whatever it takes to find Bruce. God help me.
I mean short of Doomsday or Anti-Monitor, there aren't many bad guys I'd want to throw down with less than... Catman!
This place excacerbates all your worst instincts. It's a cancer of the soul.
My Mom was a little religious, my Dad not at all. So when she was killed -- and my Dad was left in a coma -- I didn't have a strong foundation of faith to turn to. By the time my father was killed -- then so many of my friends -- all I had left to turn to was anger. It was easier than believing in a God who had let that happen. But anger solved little and when the world was in crisis -- I prayed. I heard only silence. So I confessed my sins... and realized I had none. How could someone who tried so hard to be good -- did so much for so many people -- be asked to endure so much?
A secret Egyptian society of armored Scarab assassins with a sense of humor.
The worst part: I keep thinking, "Isn't this pretty much how we ended up with Damian?"
They brought two kids, their children, with them. And those kids died. They died because of me.
You think I don't know?! You think I don't know how it sounds? I lose my parents, I lose my friends. And then I lose Bruce. You made Damian Robin. I can't trust Stephanie. And you're only here because Cassie called you! I know how it sounds. I lose everything, I snapped... I know how it sounds. But I know I'm right, Dick. And I'm going to prove it.
Hesitation... second guessing... self-pity... Leave them behind. They're death now. Use what you know. Remember what you learned. Be smart. Stay alive. Save the girl. Remember what Shiva taught you... what Ducard taught you. Remember how Dick moves so effortlessly. Remember Conner's own special "techniques." Remember what Bruce did. Use it all now. Win the next fight and the one after that before you get there. Remember everything your teachers gave you. Don't be any of them. Be all of them.
Dr. Mid-Nite's probably going to come find me and beat me up. ... I think I could take him.
Kids these days, I swear.
Bruce, I want to be very sure you understand what I'm about to say, because I'm not saying it to be a jerk... You've given me a ton of opportunities and you're an amazing role model. There are a lot of things about you that I aspire to. But I don't know that I want to be you. Do you know what I'm saying?
I'd rather walk away from this now than let you see you made the wrong choice.
Shiva. Maybe she is on their side like Clyde says. I'm learning some hard lessons about the fairer sex tonight.
Clyde has pushed everything but vengeance aside. Shiva is a homocidal maniac. At least she has an excuse.
Do you ever get tired? Do you ever wonder if what we do makes a difference?
He isn't here. You know, he didn't pick my name out of a hat for this job.
I've gotten myself in deeper with every lie I've told. I know having a secret identity is kind of a lie in itself, but I didn't expect it to get this complicated.
I'm barely halfway through my teen years and already my life is a complete washout. I get the opportunity of a lifetime and I blow it.
Part of me is sad to be leaving the Batcave for what might be the last time. But without Bruce it's not the Batcave. It's just a hole in the ground. A grave full of memories. Maybe a grave for Gotham too.
It's not his lectures I mind, or the punishment details he and Alfred work out for me. I can take those. But when Bruce sometimes gives me that quiet look of disappointment he saves for those times when I really screw up -- that's the part that hurts. I can't stand letting him down.
So, effective immediately, I quit. I'm no longer Robin.
I can't interfere! I promised! Oh, who am I kidding?
Someone made this personal. It should be up to me to clear this up. Besides, I don't want this situation to somehow lead to you and Dick being compromised. Listen, this whole last year was supposedly about us building trust, you, me and Dick. You taught me how to handle stuff like this. Now you need to let me handle it. Please. You've been accused of murder before. Can you imagine someone else cleaning up your mess for you?
I'm tired of being set up and led around without knowing who's holding the other end of the leash!
Captain Boomerang, the son of the man who killed my dad. Supposedly, he's a good guy, one of the Outsiders now. But I'll bet he wants to finish what his dad started. After all, the apple never falls far from the tree... Cassandra's shown me that.
Memo to self: never get a sidekick of my own.
One of the things I've learned is that it gets bad for everyone sometimes. Superman, Batman -- everyone. I remember I'm not alone. I remember things do get better. Sometimes on their own, most times when you work at them. And when I have trouble remembering those things, I find people to talk to.
That was low, Bruce. I won't go with you to fight the bad guy so you bring him to me? You totally could have taken that freak on your own.
Here I'd been worried someday my double life would cost me another really cool girl... and it turned out it had already happened... and I hadn't even known it.
Credit goes to a new hero who couldn't stick around for this. His name's Dodge. Spell it right. And someday, I promise, I'm going to find him, apologize to him, and thank him. I owe him at least that much.
I think maybe... Batman has gone crazy.
A Gotham City without Batman... will always have me.
Jason's problem is his insecurity -- he's the Jan Brady of the Bat-family. (and yes,I know that makes me Cindy)
I don't scare that easily. I've seen Batman eat corn on the cob.
Talk or cry. Your choice.
All this time, putting out brushfires, trying to figure out who and why -- I kept my eye on the end game. All this time... pushing buttons, pulling strings... wrestling an urban tornado so it'll touch down where and when I want it to... manipulating it so that everyone will know once and for all... You are done hurting my city!
Gotham City needs someone wearing the cowl. The obvious candidate will step up soon enough. Until then, the city has me.
How'd I miss this guy? I've got to find someone my own size to fight sometime. I guess that's what comes with being an underdog. Get serious, Tim. This guy's gonna kill you!
Aw, man. Go ahead and shoot. I'm too tired to care.
He'll make it through. And he'll take back Gotham. Just like he brought back my father. Because he's the only one who can.
Batman always says to turn environment to your advantage. Lots to work with here.
And now... what if he... if he doesn't wake up? One of our last memories could be... him blaming me... blaming me for all the wrong reasons...
They say that people live on... That you don't forget them if you talk about them. Tell stories about them. Okay. I get it now...
You don't need me. This is a job for... Alfred!
This is the deal. You want us to be part of the Teen Titans, this tower has no more rules. We get enough of them at home. We won't sit on the sidelines. We won't be treated like inferiors.
A gun? Here I was thinking I turned out to be just like Bruce. But I couldn't have been more wrong.
Give Raven back her soul, and we walk. Last warning.
And that's what we are-- not just a team, but a family. One day we might be the Justice League-- But for today, we're Teen Titans
When those women talk about Bruce, it's like looking at Killer Croc.
Smoke Capsules. Don't leave the Batcave without them.
Shut up! I mean it! Super or not, I'll deck you if you don't shut up!
It's the cape. Chicks dig the cape.
We know we're right, but what's the point in being right if we're not willing to fight for it?
Batman and I are different, believe it or not. I have friends. He has ... associates. That's becoming more and more clear to me...
Did you think I was going to run all around the city, desperately trying to save everyone all by myself? I'm not Batman. I have friends.
- But listen, call yourself Bat-Chick, Knightbat, or Black Robin- the point is, don't forget- you have a family.
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