"I don't know why we're sticking on knives and guns when there were way bigger issues than that. Killer Croc, Ivy, Scarecrow, Freeze, Grundy. Kirk on a bad day. Firebug, Black Mask. Hell, Damian tries to kill Tim on a regular basis. Point is, there's way worse to worry about than guns and knives. The number of things that could've killed me on a daily basis whether I had pants on or not was uh way up there." Dick took another swig of his beer.
"The thing you gotta know about Bruce is that I was his first shot at this. He was this big prim and proper emotionally distant aristocrat and I was this wild, feral circus boy. He didn't know how to armor a kid. The man didn't even know how to keep me on the ground. By the time Babs showed up on the scene, he'd had a little more experience with willful children with a habit of jumping off high places the minute he stopped looking." Dick had to smirk a little to himself about that. God, he really was a terror. Those were good times.