Batman: Do you trust me?
Jazz: I-
Danny: Don't do it, Jazz! He's a liar. A pretty lair, but a lair nonetheless!
Jazz: You can tell his pretty? With everything covering his face?
Danny: He gives the vibe of a man who has gone through life flying on pretty privilege.
Jazz studying Batman: Yeah, I see what you mean.
Batman: ....Do you want to be rescued or not?
Danny: Not!
Batman: I apologize, I made that sound like you had a choice. I'm saving your lives.
Danny: The the HELL you are!
Jazz: Actually, I would like to get out of the cage the weird clown threw us in.
Danny through clentch teeth: Fine. Save us. But only because Jazz vouched for you.
Batman: Why are you so angry child?
Jazz: He doesn't trust pretty people. They bullied him through middle school and high school.
Red Robin: Wow, he must not trust himself then. After all, he's the prettiest boy I've ever seen~♡
Danny: *Barks and growls at him*
Jazz: Danny!
Danny: That one reeks of pretty privilege. He can not be trusted.
Red Robin: Jokes on you, I'm into this.
Batman: Children. There is a bomb strapped to the top of the cell. We must stay focus.
