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Brain function in the dream will be about twenty times to normal. When you enter a dream within that dream, the effect is compounded: it's three dreams, that's ten hours times twen...

I'm sorry, uh, maths was never my strong subject. How much time is that?

It's a week the first level down. Six months the second level down, and... the third level...

...is ten years! Who would wanna be stuck in a dream for ten years?

Depends on the dream.

What if he wants to get back together?

I wouldn't get your hopes up, Mabel.

Too late. Hopes are way, way up!

Mabel! Let us out!

Oh, I'll let you out, Dipper. As soon as you tell Wendy that thing you've been wanting to tell her!

Brother, whatever happens, I just want you to know something. This is for your own good.

He wants to tell her but he's scared. Maybe he needs a little push. Good idea, Mabel.

And you were going to tell her today?

No. I changed my mind. It's a bad idea, I'd just embarrass myself, and then I'd be another guy she hates, like Robbie.

Dipper, you should just tell her already. One way or another, you'll feel better afterwards.

Look, Mabel, I can't tell her no matter how much I want to. So just drop it, okay.

Wait, you're just gonna give it to me? Just like that?

What else do you want? A kiss on the cheek?

I got to go.

I wouldn't mind a kiss on the cheek.

Not gonna happen.

What have I done, Alfred? Everything my family... my father built...

The Wayne legacy is more than bricks and mortar, sir.

I wanted to save Gotham. I failed.

Why do we fall sir? So that we can learn to pick ourselves up.

You still haven't given up on me?

Never.

If you're uncomfortable...

Mister Wayne, if you don't want to tell me exactly what you're doing, when I'm asked, I don't have to lie. But don't think of me as an idiot.

Fair enough.

Why didn't they put it into production?

Bean counters didn't think a soldier's life was worth 300 grand. So, what's your interest in it, Mr. Wayne?

I wanna borrow it. For, uh, spelunking.

Spelunking?

Yeah, you know, cave diving.

You expecting to run into much gunfire in these caves?

Look, I'd rather Mr. Earle didn't know about me borrowing...

Mr. Wayne, the way I see it, all this stuff is yours anyway.

But I know the rage that drives you. That impossible anger strangling the grief, until the memory of your loved one is just... poison in your veins. And one day, you catch yourself wishing the person you loved had never existed, so you would be spared your pain.

Once you've done what you had to, they'll never let you do what you want to.

You don't want to hurt the boy, Harvey.

It's not about what I want, it's about what's fair!

Will you be wanting the Batpod, sir?

In the middle of the day, Alfred? Not very subtle.

The Lamborghini, then. Much more subtle.

I've always wanted to use that spell!