You Boy Wonders! Nothing is sacred and everything is safe. Your guardian Bat is always watching. Well, this is Santa Prisca! The only thing watching is ME!
I am not a joke. I am not a riddle! I am not a bird or a cat or a penguin! I'm not a scarecrow or a plant or a puppet! I am not your broken friend! I am not your regretful teacher! I am not a child's fairy tale! I am not a circus act here to amuse and frighten you! I am not another one of your madmen howling at the moon! And I...I am not...I am not some rich boy playing dress-up! I AM BANE!
I was done. All of this. All of you people. The insanity. The fighting. The death. The Venom. I was done. All I needed was the Pirate. Just a little help from the Pirate for the pain. I could've come to Gotham. To take him. But I did not. I was done. Instead, at great expense, I arranged for Professor Strange to deliver him to me. Is it my fault that Strange could not accomplish this task without violence? How can I control Strange while trying to remain peaceful?! But regardless, I had the Pirate. I had peace. I was done. And the Batman came to my island, to my prison! The building where my mother died, where I raised myself from nothing! I was done, and he came. And he broke my back! And he stole my peace! I was done!
The agents of madness that haunt the walking moments of Gotham are gone. I succeed where the pathetic Bat has always failed.