Bruce hates magic. He’s a scientist; he has a rational mind. And he respects natural law even more, if possible, than man-made ones. Magic lets someone cheat those laws, and he hates it.

— Chris Dee

Gremlin was no demon familiar; she was a rambunctious cat with the playful temperament of a kitten. On those occasions when Gremlin decided the Tarot were her playthings, Miriam knew any attempt at a reading would lead to chewed cards, overturned candles, and incense ash tracked across her tablecloth in the form of tiny gray paw prints.

— Chris Dee

I am not a fan of the magical quick fix in any fiction, including fantasy, SCIFI and comic books. Unless Dr. Who is involved, and then only because we get to use the phrase 'Time-wimey wobbliness' which, I'm sure you'll agree, there are not enough occasions to drop into ordinary adult conversation.

— Chris Dee

Inexplicably, I felt drops of icy sweat dripping up my back. I am aware that icy and sweat are contradictory by their very nature and should not be able to coexist in the same freakish bead of ICE WHAT IS THAT falling up my back. I am also aware things are not supposed to fall up. For that matter, criminals aren’t supposed to get it on with crime fighters. Yet here we were: Catwoman, Batman, icy, sweat, dripping, up. Sometimes life is like that.

— Chris Dee

In Paris, choosing a dress is a monumental decision. In Milan, it’s a kick.

— Chris Dee

It wasn’t Hell; only fools and drama queens throw that word around about a place like Gotham. It was worse, in a way, because it was man-made. There wasn’t any timeless malevolence behind it all, it was just… what human beings can descend to when they let themselves forget they can be heroes.

— Chris Dee

I've always felt Lex Luthor is intensely threatened by any status or distinction he can’t buy, hence the antipathy to Superman's powers and Bruce Wayne's status as old money. Money is Author's superpower, and anything he can’t obtain or control with it is his kryptonite. Unlike Superman, he takes a proactive view of his kryptonite. It shouldn’t exist, and he’ll do all he can to eradicate it wherever he finds it.

— Chris Dee

(Love is the puzzle that) can’t be solved. Catlike, it follows no rules but its own, and only it knows what they are. Also, it can change the rules any time it wants, in any way it wants, and there’s nothing anyone can do about it.

— Chris Dee

Magic. It was worse than feline logic. Leave it to magic to re-fracture and re-herniate his vertebrae in the middle of a battle. A powerful sigh forced itself through the controlled exhalation of his I breathing, decimating the thin slow line of smoke curling up from the incense. It reformed itself a moment later, right before Bruce’s eyes, and he glared at it with Batman’s most malevolent stare. What a metaphor. A few seconds’ disruption and all was set right again. That was magic’s attitude. No harm done. As if it was as simple as a few seconds’ paralysis.

— Chris Dee

Miss Selina, you have over the past minutes—as in the past months, and indeed, in all the years of your association with him—demonstrated an understanding of Master Bruce, his aspirations, his desires and his demons, that would be the envy of his closest colleagues, who believe they know him better than anybody. It is quite impossible to credit your fear that you ‘will not be good at this,’ for there is clearly no one in his life better suited to comfort him in tragedy, rejoice with him in triumph, and keep him from being alone in the days and nights in between. If he should ‘give up hope,’ I have no doubt you would manage the situation with the same sublime Felicity you have used to such advantage in the past. Now drink your tea, young woman, and the next time you enjoy, or even sniff, this particular brew, I dare say you will understand how it helps.

— Chris Dee