don't talk to me or my son, or my son, or my son—

Barbara Gordon teaches Cassandra Cain the White Swan variation from Swan Lake 

Babs assumed she was done with ballet after she was shot. But as it turned out, ballet wasn’t done with her. When she met Cass, a girl who expressed herself though movement, she knew she would teach her. It hadn’t taken Cass long to fall in love with dance and the freedom of expression she found there. And it hadn’t taken Babs long to join her–to start passing on everything she learned–to loving dance again for her own sake. Maybe loving it more than she had before. Because there’s something lovely about sharing your passions with people who love them as much as you do. There’s something lovely about passing your skills on to the next one in line. 

Jason: It’s for Bruce. I’m planning on making some bad choices tonight, and I need them on my side.

Nobody should be able to recognize Jason post-ressurection.

Like he took 3 feet, 100 pounds of muscles, undergone puberty, magicked a part of his hair white, and his eyes changed colour.

It's not even the hottest day of the summer and I'm here melting 8(