Dick: Hey, look! There’s a fortune teller! Let’s go get our fortunes read.
Bruce: You do realize that most of them in Gotham aren’t the real deal, right? They’re just preying on your insecurities for profit.
Dick: You can’t know that for certain, Bruce. Come on, what’s the harm? It’s just for fun.
Bruce: Fine, but I’m not going to believe a word she says, and I’m definitely not getting scammed out of my money.
Mysterious Fortune Teller: Welcome, handsome young gentlemen. [stares at Bruce] I sense a tragic and troubled past within you, my boy. Ahh, I feel a chill.
Bruce: Yes, it was all over the news.
Mysterious Fortune Teller: I also sense violence and bloodshed surrounding you… Shadowy figures with dark motives and selfish desires… Oh dear, I hear laughter tinged with insanity.
Bruce: Perks of living in Gotham City.
Mysterious Fortune Teller: You will face your most difficult challenge yet in the future… You will be forced to confront your feelings and confess to a certain individual… I see red, blue, and yel—
Bruce: [pushes a thick stack of bills towards her] How do I avoid this catastrophe?
Mysterious Fortune Teller: there is no avoiding the future













