Danny: You're very wise, like an old owl.
Bruce: Ugh, thank you, but please don't compare me to an owl.
Dani: Why?
Bruce: I prefer to be wise like....a fox.
Danny: No matter how much you try to manifest it, you will not grow up to be a silver fox. That's Alfred's title and no one can challenge him for it.
Alfred: Thank you Master Danny.
Bruce: No that's not the reason. I just don't like owls.
Dan: Is this about Owlman?
Bruce nervously: Ha ha who?
Dan whispering to his siblings: In an alternate universe, Bruce goes crazy and dresses up as Owlman.
Danny whispers back: In comparison to the sane decision, of dressing up as Batman?
Dan: Owlman liked to murder people. Batman just likes to hit them
Dani: Who's Batman?
Danny/Dan: What? We've been living with Batman for the past eight months. I mean, he doesn't know that we know, but we know.
Dani: Stop talking at the same time. It's creepy. That's how you wind up at the orphanage. Bruce can barely stand that we're posing as triplets and I dont know about you idiots, but I am not going to be a eight year old orphan in a Gotham Orphanage.
Danny: Oh bo-hoo you got de-aged four years, I lost six! I was two years away from a driving license!
Dan: I was twenty four. And now I'm eight. But honestly, I kinda like it. My back pain is gone.
Bruce: Kids? Why are you whispering under the table like that?
Danny/Dan/Danny: I was just telling them how much the nannies at pick up go wild whenever Alfred walks by.
Bruce: .....
Dani: Why are you silent? Was it the weird three voices speaking at once thing? I told them not to do that anymore. We are open to an exorcism if you think it helps.
Bruce: No. I just had flashbacks to when Alfred would drop me off at shcool. So many nannies that were.....excited and verbal about thier excitement.
Alfred smug: I still got it.
Danny: Ya you do, Silver Fox Man!
