[Eyebrow raise.] You really think that's how we think of you? As someone that'll undo Bruce's influence?

[She hit it on the nose for Tim, but she certainly misjudged Dick if that's the case. Dick was always the more trusting of the two, plus Dick just... well, he relied on his instincts more than Tim. Tim'd always preferred hard, cold evidence. He catches a few paper stars in his hand and stares down at them.]

You don't have to be our mother, Lucrecia. Dick and I're old enough to take care of ourselves. [he presses his lips together] But I wouldn't say you're "nothing," either. Bruce loves you for a lot of reasons, and while I may not know them, I trust his judgment almost as much as I trust mine.

... Plus, you make pretty cool paper stars. If you've got time, you should show us how to make them.