Tick tock, kid. Your pops is takin' his sweet old time.

snorts Yeah. Bruce Wayne ain't the type to leave his kid hangin'. Unless he don't want you back.

leans in close He's got three hours. Then we start sendin' pieces.

from the corner Told you we shoulda grabbed the little one. The brat with the sword.

Shut up. This one's the spittin' image. Anyone with eyes can see it.

So what's the matter, rich boy? Daddy too busy with his fancy parties to notice you're gone?