Nice costumes, Slade and Bruce.
Gonna leave all your parents in a noose.
I break the fourth wall for everyone's humor.
You two beat up kids and clowns and give them tumors.
You're a billionaire, you're a man not of his age.
Break you to the ground and put you in a cage.
I'm a Terminator.
No, not Schawrzanegger.
I'll ravage your Gotham-ic asses.
This battle's wasting my time, I should be spanking Terra's ass.
Titans hunt, Titans plague.
You have no powers, and you're just a partner of Mag.
I beat Sherlock Holemes already. You'll be just as easy.
My predecessors came from McCully and Orczy.
Your rhymes are horrible. They could cause a Death of a Stroke.
And then I'll leave you Dead in a Pool, and I'm not even laughing at my jokes.
You're Nightwing and Bats of Prey.
I didn't need more than 69 issues. Just ask Gail.
Deathstroke made peace with the Titan's because of Starfire.
Here's a riddle. How do you mask the face of someone whose parents have had a dier?
By giving him a gay-ass outfit that was going to be brighter.
I have no friends, according to the Agents of Hydra.
And I'm glad I made peace, cause now I can get a little bit lucky.
You both are the worst characters ever, way past sucky.
They made me black and gray.
And instead of wings I got a cape.
But neither of you two have those, I say.
I may have black clothing, but I wouldn't even by hunted by the KK Klan.
Come on, bitches. I'm Batman.