Do you think I like sending out agents to do my dirty work? Do you think I get my thrills living vicariously? Do you think I don’t know hurt? Do you think I don’t know hurt? You don’t know hurt, sister! I can’t get off the mat to take down Lynx on my own – but you can, and by God, you will –.

I’m playing ‘chicken’ with a kid called ‘Robin.’ I don’t know why he’s showing off. I don’t know why I’m going along with it. I don’t even know where we’re going. It could be a robbery. Or prison break. A gang war. Or free donuts at Lenny’s. He sees that Bat-signal in the sky and takes off. Like a bird out of Hell. And he just expects me to follow him. And I do.

Master Richard carries so much on his young shoulders, the normal troubles associated with adolescence in addition to sharing Master Bruce’s crusade. I only wonder if he knows how casually he is throwing away the years of his youth. And if in the end, he will feel it was worth it.

There’s two things in this world you can’t frighten. A hungry dog or an angry woman.

Y’know, a lot of the time it’s like you Batguys want me to hold onto the past because you can’t get over it. Understand – I have. I have a new life now. One I like – one that fulfills me. It’s not the same as the one I had before, but it’s good. Maybe even better.

Costumes. The clothes we wear over who we really are. Or really want to be.

You know why my wheelchair doesn’t have handles, Grayson? I don’t like to be pushed.

I have to find another path. Divine my own future. One uniquely mine. Not a page from someone else’s book. Not a fate that begins and ends on page one.

The fear that lies at the heart. Only this can keep you from what is yours. Conquer the fear in your heart and you may have anything that you desire.

I’m Oracle, I know everybody.