T-Rex: It occurs to me that even cooler than meeting Batman would be to BE Batman, so instead of studying physics, I've been studying the physics of me...

T-Rex: ...and how I can get MEGA RIPPED??

T-Rex: Anyway it's hard. It's hard and thinking "if I keep this up maybe I can punch criminals until they stop criming" is BARELY keeping me going.
Dromiceiomimus: Aw, that's okay, T-Rex. Not all of us are cut out to be Batman.
Dromiceiomimus: Now, if you'll excuse me, I'M off to the gym!! Criminals are a soft and gains-lacking lot!!

T-Rex: Aw damn, Dromiceiomimus is gonna get to be Batman before me!
Utahraptor: Well! Go after her!

Utahraptor: Go get into this weird competition over who can get ripped enough to wage a one-person war on crime, one whose inevitable result is you both getting ultra jacked AND ultra into untangling the complicated ethics of vigilante justice!!
T-Rex: You're right! I WILL!!

T-Rex: Except for that philosophy part. Batman's clearly already figured it out and concluded that it's cool so I'ma just take his bat-word on that.
T-Rex: His bat-thinking can cut any Gordian knot of bat-philosophy in a bat-instant