"Still kinda weird how playboy Wayne's the mastermind behind this whole vigilante business. No wonder no one has figured it out yet. I mean, yeah it's been years since Steph told me, but it's still weird."
Barbara shrugged. “If you knew Bruce the way I do, you’d know that the playboy is the mask. He’d be fare more comfortable brooding in a cave or on a grotesque over downtown Gotham than sipping champagne at some society party.”
"The only time, I think, that he ever has any enjoyment for the party circuit is when it benefits the Wayne Foundation. If he could, I think he’d save the whole world."
"Hell, I’d save the whole world if I could." She wiggled her fingers in front of her, mimicking a keystroke motion. "I’m in. Delete all idiots? Click yes! All done." Wendy sat back in her chair, slumping her shoulders. "Hey, well at least he isn’t the rich boy asshole I used to think he was."
"He’s still a rich asshole, just a different kind of rich asshole. And I say that with the greatest respect."
"Hell. I'm an asshole. A broke asshole, but still an asshole."
