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No one tries too hard to make the world better. You can never shout too loudly in the name of freedom.
Don't become what killed our families.
We'll be ready. Justice is always ready. That's why evil always fails. There's only one kind of good, and it's all evil ever gets to battle. Makes it weak and narrow-minded. There's an endless variety of evil. And good's got a lifetime of tricks up its sleeve. We learn from the best.
Why? Because some Greek psychic, high on inhalants told you we might all die? The JLA has taken on Darkseid. And won. But we were united. Doing this on your own just increases the chances that you'll fail.
Robin is going to be a very good soldier. A very good soldier.
And when you're sitting here alone in the middle of the night, unsleeping in the dark, remember -- every breath you take you owe to me.
Kathy...? I'm sorry. I don't want to frighten you. I did once when you saw me through the window at your home. I know I look scary and there have been too many scary things in your life. So I want you to see – I'm just a man, a man who's trying to help.
Did DeWettering really trust Bruce Wayne? Or did he have an inkling of my other dimension? Did he choose the Guardian of Gotham as the new Guardian of the Grail? I only hope he chose well.
Today I saw an example of your "greater good." Her name was Mariska. She died alone, in agony, pieces of her scattered in a field.
In the cave, in Nanda Parbat, I hunted down and killed and ate the last traces of fear and doubt in my mind. Tell your "dark master," whoever he is, to make his move soon, before I come looking for him. Tell him, he was wrong to wait until I was ready. Tell him... I look forward to facing him.
He didn't become the world's greatest escape artist for the applause. He did it to survive.
I always claimed I became the Batman to avenge the death of my parents... to fight crime. That was a lie. I really did it to overcome the fear.
Plastic Man survived for 3000 years as little more than crumbs scattered around the Atlantic. If that doesn't give you an idea of the level of power he hides behind that doofy smile of his, then you're brain dead.
I always take murder personally in Gotham.
The world is going down the tubes, and her most beloved heroes are the worst-positioned people to do anything about it. Like it or not, you're elected to save the day -- and you're going to be hated for it.
He calls himself "Scarecrow." Psychologist turned psychopath. He preys on the innocent and instill them with fear. When I chose to wear my... costume, it was to prey upon the criminals, and instill them with fear. The irony is not lost on me...
You know the sort of people I've gone up against, so you know I don't say this lightly... but the Joker? Riddler? Croc, Scarecrow and the others? He's in their league. Only without the crippling psychoses to cloud his judgment.
He's born fully grown on the first battlefield of each war, and always dies from the last shot fired in the last battle.
Death is powerless against you if you leave a legacy of good behind. Death is powerless against you if you do your job. My father saved the lives of over four thousand people, one at a time... with his bare hands and his mind. Death was with him the entire time.
Without warning it comes... crashing through the window of your study... and mine... I have seen it before... somewhere ...it frightened me... as a boy... frightened me... yes, Father. I shall become a bat.
Clark has told me about Bizarro. How he speaks in opposites. Makes the Joker seem sane...
This war was a mistake. It began as a game -- an exercise in planning and strategy that was never meant to happen. But now it has. The result? Thousands injured. Hundreds dead. Police... gangsters... civilians... friends. As things got worse, I kept playing the game. I knew the pieces. I knew the board. All I had to do was play the right moves... or so I thought. But war is not a game. It's an abomination. And this must be stopped... tonight! No more games. This is war.
It's too big. How can I fight a disease? And if I can't, Gotham is doomed.
You wouldn't know a decent impulse if it punched you square in the jaw! I think it's time we ended your little coup—! I didn't think there'd be anybody worse for this country than Harjavti—but lady—you're the bottom of the barrel!
I read somewhere that the term "Gothic" might possibly be derived from the word "Goetic" -- goes in the Greek -- meaning "magical." I'm beginning to believe that. If architecture could be used to focus and direct spiritual power, then... then... could it also be used for evil?
Man-Bats. Ninja Man-Bats. Alarming Twist.
Any hero who operates in public has the F.B.I., the C.I.A., Homeland Security and Metahuman Affairs looking over his shoulder. Groups like the J.L.A., the Justice Society, and even the Teen Titans are under the microscope. This limits their options. Only criminals operate without constraints anymore, so we're going to cultivate the Outsiders' reputation as a team of outlaws.
We're always outnumbered. Our strategy is intelligence -- about applying measured pressure where it will do the most good. It's not brute force.
He's driven by obsession, a singleness of purpose. He'll never give up.
"Hyper-Adapter"...Hunter-killer... a living curse made to destroy Batman and the world... a "Death-idea" that never tires, never stops...
We're building a ghost -- a bogeyman too big to be clearly seen. Its edges indistinct, its full extent and purpose uncertain. A rumor. A terror made of shadows and flapping wings.
In her own perverse way, she loves him.
I made a promise on the grave of my parents to rid this city of the evil that took their lives. By day, I am Bruce Wayne, billionaire philantropist. At night, criminals, a cowardly and superstitious lot, call me... Batman.
Kafka is a pest. Not a priority.
The greatest waste of a brilliant mind I ever hope to see.
Afraid? Batman's not afraid of anything. It's me. I'm afraid. I'm afraid that the Joker may be right about me. Sometimes I... question the rationality of my actions. And I'm afraid that when I walk through those asylum gates... when I walk into Arkham and the doors close behind me... it'll be just like coming home.
You're not an easy man to meet these days, Jimmy. I used to be able to find you holding court at the Shanghai Lounge.
This musical infatuation has clouded your judgment more than I feared. Is that why you let Crowe escape?
John Doe is is really Chris Ward. Son of Adam Ward, a scientist for Lexcorp. He reported Chris and his brother--Nicholas--as runaways six months ago. Chris was a good kid. Gymnast. Olympic material, until there was a question of drug use. In disgrace he took off with his brother--but we all know, appearances can be deceiving.
Whatever Penguin might be, he's anything but a buffoon. He plans his crimes with military precision. His thinking is brilliant-- circuitous and multi-leveled. His appearance makes you want to underestimate him, but don't fall into that trap. - His major fault is his massive ego. He thinks he's as physically adept as he is intelligent. If he allowed able-bodied henchmen to commit his crimes rather than trying to do it himself... our job would be far more difficult.
It is a remarkable dichotomy. In many ways, Clark is the most human of us all. Then... he shoots fire from the skies and it is difficult not to think of him as a god. And how fortunate we all are that it does not occur to him.
Gotham's my city. Like it or not, I'm already involved!
Sometimes all the detective work in the world can't beat a super-dog with a keen sense of smell.
They say there are genetic monsters in the basements, aliens conspiring with corrupt officials, and more doomsday weapons to the square mile than anywhere else on Earth.
This is the home of the Threshold Project, Plastic Man: General Wade Eiling's "doorway to another dimension."
Dinosaur Island. Another chronomaly. Like the Oblivion Bar. Places that exist outside of normal space and time. Where the laws of physics take liberties.
Here on the East End, a midnight walk constitutes attempted suicide.
The most powerful being on the planet and they kept him hidden on a small Kansas farm.
Everything's impossible until somebody does it.
I don't know what's wrong with you lately, Batgirl. Your concentration's slipping. You're distracted. Unfocused. Unreliable... If you've got better things to do than being Batgirl, Cass, just say so. No one's forcing you to do this.
Don't be stupid. You know who we are.
I'm ordering you to stand down as Batgirl. I can't allow anyone to jeopardize the mission, Cassandra. Even you. I -- I'm sorry.
Strange? You're a pot calling me black, if what I've read about you is true.
Remember the prediction! Your precog said one day I'd show up to avert a disaster!
I don't do deals with the devil!
A lucky shot. You won't get another.
I warned you back in Arkham-- I'd be watching you... waiting for the day you'd pick up that gun again.
Twenty-five years... my parents murdered in front of my eyes... the wet rattle of my father's dying breath... the heavy emptiness invading my mother's dilating eyes... so long ago. Too long ago... Too long to feel the loss... or the rage... or the fear... all those things that made me... I can't remember my mother.
Run off into the dark while I run into its arms. Like I've done a thousa-- too many times.
There's no laugh. No time for one. I appreciate that. It's faster than funny. Ha... Ha... Ha.
I don't mean to sound romantic, but if not for Gotham... there'd be Paris. Certainly, there are other cities I could call home, but I don't think there's another that would make me feel it.
Good versus evil. The eternal struggle, ends here... in the eternal city.
Whenever the Joker's loose, and quiet, expect the worst. He won't disappoint you.
I have a job for you. It may be the most important thing you'll ever do.
You want vengeance. I don't.
I said I'll find him. He's my responsibility. I should have stopped him years ago... at the beginning. But I didn't. I thought I was being kind...merciful. I wasn't. I was being stupid. It's time I rectified my mistake.
It's because of people like you that I became this. And you'll never give me a reason to become someone else.
Here's the real deal...you can't run, you walk. You can't walk, you crawl. That... is the only way... you don't lose. And this, well, take it from me... The Batman... this is the ultimate failure. This isn't "a wonderful life." You don't get to come back and shout "Merry Christmas Everybody!" Your loved ones have to live with your killing yourself everyday for the rest of their lives.
If you think your motives are anything other than selfish and childish, you're deluding yourself.
They told us that this was a "no man's land," but we know the truth: No Man's Land was--and always will be--our land.
Make your life count for something and noble just once.
He does insane, horrible things. And then we fight. And then he escapes no matter how hard I try to stop him. That's the punchline -- I never stop him.
Everything that's happened I planned for. Every variable, every murder and double cross. I should've realized it earlier but I didn't. And now it's too late.
I believe in the absolute sacredness of human life. I may not really believe in anything else.
I need your help. I thought I could--I thought I needed to do this alone--a "back to basics" approach. I was wrong. No one person can do this alone...No Man's Land is too big...too...dark. The only way to bring light back to Gotham is working together. All of us.
You violent street punks are doing my job for me by decimating your own ranks. I think I'll just leave you to your internecine culling and see to some decent folks who need some help...
There's war in Gotham City. Perhaps where crime is concerned, there always has been. But seldom this open, this rabid. A madness seeping into every stratum of criminal society. Escalating like a plague, threating to surpass even the horror that created me.
If I had one wish, it would be to get rid of the seemingly endless supply of abandoned warehouses in this town.
What's happening to me? Why can't I get her out of my mind?
I've tried to live a life of logic and emotion... but, slowly, from the knot in my stomach... I begin to feel I'm playing the fool.
His kind of madness never really dies. It just keeps cycling back, again and again... to destroy all that's good... to corrupt all that's innocent.
Last time we met, you almost took me. This time I'm dragging you up – into the light.
I see it. I believe it. I wish I didn't.
This is no joking matter. You know what they took. And you know why I have to get it back.
I don't have time to bleed, Alfred.
You're no soldier. You're just playing a war game. A game taught to you by a virus . And you're making my city play by your rules. And I can see you like the game too much to give it up. All right then. I'll play by your rules.
If I ever see you in this city again, God help you.
Whatever the case, I won't stop until I have rescued Gotham City.
I never waste time, Azrael. You of all people should know that.
Sometimes, it takes death to make you realize how precious life is.
Do you think I saved you from murder just to watch you murder someone else?
Don't filth like you have a conscience?
Now hear this! This is my city. My law. You threaten either, you answer to me!
You fight...you fail! Seems like the old days to me.
You think that being a hero is fun? That it's a game? A hero is a person who stands apart. A hero is no longer part of the mainstream humanity. A hero treads the razor's edge between heaven and hell because a hero is not bound by sentimentality or the vagaries of public opinion. A hero is held to a higher standard of truth and justice.-- I'm a crime-fighter and a detective. I don't call myself a hero. It's not a job description...it's an apelation--bestowed upon one by posterity
This is a war zone, and I progress with strategy. I have to be at least five moves ahead of my enemies, with five contingency plans, and five backup plans for those contingencies at all time. I appreciate that we may have similar goals, but we're not alike, Clark.
We're not coming back to Gotham... Never coming back. This city belongs to Deacon Blackfire. There's nothing we can do to help Gotham. It's all over. We've lost.
I'm returning to Gotham tonight. It's time I reclaimed our city.
Dawn Golden. I haven't thought about her in years. I'd put her out of mind after she broke my heart in college. Now she's become an obsession. I find myself searching my memory for her... all the way to the dimly remembered days before my life was shattered forever. Before I became what I am.
Where I come from, Lady--we make our own power.
This is the beginning of something new.
When people are frightened they turn on what they don't understand.
Life is like a detective story. It starts with a dame, and ends with a funeral...
'What is the first truth of Batman?' I had help. I wasn't alone.
I've wondered why I become alive only as the Batman. Now I know that Bruce Wayne is a hollow man, a convenient disguise.
Sorry, Silver. Looks like we won't be doing breakfast.
Whenever possible, Jason, let the criminals trip themselves up. The evidence will stand better in court and won't involve us. We're there when the system fails.
The man wears tights. How rational could he have been to begin with?
Nothing wrong with dreaming, Nightingale... as long as you don't sleep through the truth.
This battle we're fighting, it can't be won if we fight it with conventional weapons. If we're going to save Gotham, we have to use instruments more subtle than fists and brute force.
More than a legend, Tim. He's a hero.
You should have stayed in Pennsylvania, Joe. We don't have a Batman in Pennsylvania. Not yet. Welcome to Gotham.
It's too late for Gotham. The blood of survivors is not a source of a cure or a vaccine against Ebola Gulf A. We've failed. All of us.
I need you.
Attention Gotham City police. This is the Batman, and I've just taken over your airwaves. Some of you have seen me, some of you have even worked with me before. All of you know I'm good to my word. Now I'm asking you to take me at that word, and follow my orders.
In my attempts to see clearly in the deepest dark, in my efforts to go to the still eye in the storm of madness, did I open up myself to some pure source of evil? Did I finally reach the limits of reason? And find the Devil waiting? And was that fear in his eyes?
The next time you wear it will be last.
I should have known when I chose to walk this path. It never ends.
The most important weapon in your arsenal will be your ability to adapt.
The only rest for your kind Maroni...is on the flat end of a slab...or the deep end of a grave!
It was an initiation, a rite of passage. You were to be his first solo kill, Robin.
Batwoman assessment. Final conclusion. Regarding her civilian identity, my theory proved correct. Kate Kane is Batwoman. It is time she and I have a serious discussion about the future.
Of all the things I learned from you, how to be a father was not one of them.
This is what we do. This is what we've always done. We protect the things that are precious to us.
There's hope for you yet, Miss Brown.
Truth to tell, I'm not sure anyone has missed me at all...
You can overcome this or you can wither and die. The choice is yours. I hope you make the right one.
Don't be absurd, Robin. I know who the Reaper is -- don't you?
You've chosen a tough path, kid. Think long and hard on it.
The more content the rat, the less likely he'll leave the hole.
I'm Batman. I don't enjoy anything.
Not why I came to Atlantis... But never again will I let another family be ruined.
Hal let tragic events in his life push him into madness. I can't excuse that and I won't allow it to happen again.
I have no faith, Ms. Park. I know people.
Too metaphysical for me. I prefer empirics.
Are you expressing concern for me, Superman? I'd rather you not.
We try to do what we always do. The right thing. Whatever the Hell that is.
We should have brought a psychologist.
I prayed for us all. After seeing what Titus had done to the Man of Steel, I knew that we were in for the fight of our lives. Of course, the others had already met our foe -- on the outskirts of Jerusalem...Yes, I prayed...It focuses the mind.
Honest? Considering all that's happned, that's all funny, Hal.
I wrote off the Key as a minor threat a long time ago. It may be time to reassess that evaluation.
I'm a detective. Don't insult me.
...I suppose we owe it to ourselves to get back to our lives.
You want me to do something illegal, don't you?
Ma-Manhunter... gone mad... The League is down... You... Only you can stop him... Plastic Man.
That is an OMAC invasion. And I would imagine-- they are coming for you.
There's no doubt now this is not a random series of events. It's an invasion. STARRO the CONQUEROR has declared WAR on EARTH.
The entire planet has been infested by microscopic starro spores. The social order is disintegrating in every town, city and country.
If you saw the movie, Carver... You should have known how this was going to end.
He can hear the city calling. Gotham needs him. Gotham needs me. I have to.
This is a war, Dick. Robin is my second... my lieutenant. Anything less than total devotion to this cause is simply wasting my time. Fine, I'll say it again... you're fired, Dick. Get out of my cave.
Take back Blackgate. Contact me when it's done.
His name is Robin. He's my partner.
Hit the showers. Take your time. Come up with other reasons you're a terrible person and I'll shoot those arguments down when you get back.
Did you get the bad guys? And you came home safe. You made it a perfect Father's Day, Tim.
I don't know what sort of "elder" you've mistaken me for, but "bloodlines" mean nothing to me. On my territory, the innocent need never beg for mercy...and the guilty quickly learn not to waste their breath.
Is there a race of half-men, half-bat that live deep in the caves of Gotham? Did I meet one of them tonight?
Troubles in Gotham await me, Gentlemen. I'd like this over as soon as possible.
And get this thing out of my face.
What would I say...?... That I wanted her? That I didn't care if she was married? That here we are trapped in Darkseid's hell in space--death and torture all around us--and yet I would be nowhere else. Because of her. Because of Bekka. My beautiful, beautiful Bekka. God help me.
Let them all know. That when they need one...when they want one...they have a savior. And he is safe again.
I hear it in Clark's voice. Something alien to him. Panic.
This world doesn't exist. It's just a dream we're sharing, Superman.
Go home, Kent. This is below your pay grade.
So the obvious path is, who else knew he was doing the story? Who else wanted to protect my identity? Who would want to stop this story enough to kill?
You're an architect, Clark,. You're building a future. I'm a fireman. I put out fires as best I can, and then move on to the next one. Go build your future, Kent. I've got work to do.
Sometimes the old ideas still work. And remember, I've got the shadows covered, Smallville... We need you out in the light.
I'm not the one wearing hood ornaments on the side of my head.
The three of us...whatever our unknown enemies are doing, they're binding us together, connecting us more strongly than ever.
Clark, I'm sure anywhere you go in the universe, you'll find stupid people.
You can split my mind... into a thousand little pieces... it won't make me believe... that you're anything more than a garden variety psychopath... and a pitiful one.. at that.
Where the Joker goes, I'll always be needed.
Horrible things happen to children everywhere.
Let you in on a little secret, Superman. I can't fly. Bullets don't bounce off my chest. I can't bend steel in my bare hands. But criminals fear me. I'm sorry normal citizens do too, but I'd rather have that than word on the street what a nice guy I am. That sort of talk could get me killed.
What's wrong, is you assumed I'd be your backup just because it's the anniversary of Harrison Grey's death! You act like we're partners, or friends!
I didn't pull the trigger on Robin and Batgirl, but I might as well have. I trained them. I let them wear the costumes that made them targets. It doesn't matter that the Joker shot Barbara Gordon, not Batgirl. It was only a matter of time.
The Dents have a secret. Julian Day knew it as well. And I'm afraid I now know it too...
If you are driven to be a hero, well and good. But you and I live in very different worlds... and in my world there's no time to hold your hand.
The Justice League is a strike force. The Justice Society is a family.
I made a promise to my parents that I would rid the city of the evil that took their lives. No matter what that evil looks like or becomes. I believe someday I will make good on that promise. I have to. I believe in BATMAN.
First blood goes to them, but now it's our turn. My suggestion is this: we make plans, we move fast and we hit hard. This is war!
Defending a planet and cleaning up a city are two very different things.
It means Ted Kord is dead, Alfred... and none of us are safe - none of us.
Call it self-preservation, Superman. I don't much fancy the idea of a super-vampire flying around.
I decided early that I would never take a life. Right around the time I decided that I wanted to live. It wasn't an arbitrary decision and it was more than moral. It's about identity. As long as you can choose that, choose who you are in the world... you can choose to call yourself sane.
I hear the soft gurgle of pleasure in the mugger's throat. I'll turn it into a scream.
Clark was right. Kara did handle herself well. I just can't help feeling like it was all a setup.
You did your best Mrs. Waller -- but you came up against something that was too big for you... too big for any of us.
There's a lot we have to learn -- about each other and about ourselves -- before we can present ourselves to the public in any major fashion.
Ladies. Gentlemen. You have eaten well. You've eaten Gotham's wealth. Its spirit. Your feast is nearly over. From this moment on -- none of you are safe.
Without warning it comes... crashing through the window of your study... and mine... I have seen it before... somewhere... it frightened me... as a boy... frightened me... Yes, father. I shall become a bat.
You can never escape me. Bullets don't harm me. Nothing harms me. But I know pain. I know pain. Sometimes I share it. With someone like you.
Tell everyone. All the punks, junkies, gunsels, enforcers... all the wise guys, leg-breakers, muscle boys... tell them they're finished. Tell them the streets belong to the Batman.
Slime like you made me. You earned me.
If I've learned anything living in Gotham -- it's that only the good stay dead.
I don't care if that hurts. I am a master of pain and suffering and you're my latest guinea pig. Now...Who is The Monk?
The rain falls on murderers and madmen, the same as it does on innocent children... and it can't stop a bullet.
Riddles are your compulsion. Your addiction. And a riddle that everyone knows the answer to is... "worthless".
Then you're the one thing I'd give everything to be... But the one thing that's impossible.
Saving your life is the most disgusting thing I've done in a long time.
I've gone through times doubting the need for a -- sidekick. Now I see. The brightness of him. I need to see that light more. I need hope. I fear for Tim. Harvey. Selina. Dick. Alfred. And my city -- filled to capacity with every conceivable variety of maniac.
The Justice League is a strike force. The Justice Society is a family.
Your life could end here, now, and nobody would ever know. Would anyone even miss you? Tell me, what's your life worth, punk... ?
Everyone looks up to you. They listen to you. If you tell them to fight, they'll fight. But they need to be inspired. And let's face it, "Superman"... the last time you really inspired anyone -- was when you were dead.
Alan Scott said Grundy isn't really alive -- therefore he can't really die! I could let him go... but he walks like a man -- talks like a man -- and who am I to judge where life begins or ends?
If Clark wanted to, he could use his superspeed and squish me into the cement. But I know how he thinks. Even more than the Kryptonite, he's got one big weakness. Deep down, Clark's essentially a good person... and deep down, I'm not.
That's the way things always end with the Joker and me. Unresolved.
I made a promise on the grave of my parents that I would rid this city of the evil that took their lives. Tonight... I nearly became a part of that evil...
You're a junkie. A Chocos junkie!
I'm reacting to your judgement of me--but ask yourself: If you were a "gaudy hero", what would you do?
This man worked for me for over ten years. He gave his life for WayneTech... and I never even knew his name.
You don't seek justice. You seek vengeance. They're not the same. You have no regard for life. So I'm stopping you.
You ask for pity? You demand mercy? I have only Justice.
That's the most reckless card playing I've ever seen. I wish Barry had lived to see you with money.
My life is sworn to fighting crime... and protecting the people from its ravages. Not "saving the world." The day I can "hang up my cape and stay home" is the day I'm working toward.
We're a team. Wayne Manor should be your home. Dick was my ward. Legally, it gave him security. I think you should have that too. However... the laws have changed. can't adopt you as my ward. For you to have the security I feel you deserve... I'd have to adopt you as my son. I don't know how you feel about that, Tim. I do know that I could never replace your real father, but I'd try to --
You remember the conditions of our agreement. You disobeyed a direct order in the field. No excuses. That was also part of our deal. You're fired. Take the rest of the afternoon to gather your things and retrieve your personal files out of the computer. Take everything now, because you won't be back. The codes will be changed as soon as you leave. I gave you a fair shot. You didn't measure up, but there's no shame in that. And Stephanie? Let this be the end to all of it. From now on, I don't expect to see Spoiler out there either.
If the best Cassandra could do to drive a wedge between us is criticize your costume color... that's just proof of how disturbed she is.
First blood goes to them but now it's our turn. My suggestion is this: we make plans, we move fast and we hit hard. This is war!
A man simply isn't safe anywhere these days.
Oh. You caught me. You're just doing your jobs. You probably don't get paid much. You don't want to spend the rest of your lives on crutches.
I've got to go back downtown. I may finally put an end to the ritual murders tonight.
Gotham City is Hell. We are all in Hell. And I am the King of Hell.
Clean? You can never be clean. Drugs. Prostitution. Protection. Corruption. Assassination. This city is sick. Its people are sick with fear. Now you know what that feels like. You and your kind have turned Gotham City into a Hell. Now rot in it.
No, Clark, you're missing the point of the question. Why do I keep that giant penny? Or old costumes, models of the Batmobile? Orphans are collectors, Clark. Losing so much... makes it that much harder to give things up.
Croc was crazed, insane, lashing out... I'm not sure he knew where he was. Or who he was fighting. He's all rage - desperate, desperate rage. Not that it was helping me any.
I am a practical man. I do not believe in gods, or devils, or souls. But if perchance there is a Devil... tonight he had his fingers burned.
Apokaliptian demigods. We're a little out of our depth here.
It's the duty of the mighty to protect the weak. To defend the defenseless. Strength at the cost of humanity is no kind of strength worth having.
Crime has learned my name, and it has recoiled.
Why does the Honolulu SCU have this number?
You know better than to force my hand.
There's law -- and there's justice. What have you gained by all this? You've put yourself in your own prison. And I'll always be around to make sure you stay there. That's the promise I made -- and that's the promise I'll keep. For the rest of our lives.
We're all driven by obligations-- but at some point, they have to end.
This is war. It's ugly and brutal. Forget any fairy tales your mother told you about entitlement. We're fighting for our lives, understand?
There's a master cat burglar on the loose and you're chatting with your friends?
I'm opening the Sci-Fi closet, Alfred. Don't tell my friends in the GCPD about this.
I've known Commissioner Jim Gordon for more years than I'd care to admit. During that time a friendship has grown that I thought was as solid as a rock. I would have trusted my life to the man.
I'm like a babe in the giant's hands... Helpless. His hands tighten around my throat. He takes his time finishing me, wanting to savor my end. There is ceremony in this death. The monster dispatches me with reverence. He's freeing me from this vale of tears. Sending me over to the other side. Dispatching me to the realm of... Anti-life.
I'm looking at you because you're the only creep still standing.
There's no reward in being right all the time.
As you said, Robin, I'm tired. I don't have enough for two... Lucky if I can cover my own back.
Go to her. It's okay. Keep your eyes open. Any trouble, contact me! But remember-- you're sworn to protect a city. Not just one person...!
I wasn't aware an option existed.
You don't know how I question myself and everything I've become. The right of it. The wrong of it. Not allowing myself any reward for the good. Damning myself for every mistake. Thinking of everyone who's sacrificed themselves in my war. Everyone close to me. Everyone who cared.
I thought I taught you that you have to eliminate all possibilities in a homicide investigation. The only wrong guesses are the one you overlook.
He calls himself "Scarecrow." Psychologist turned psychopath. He preys on the innocent and instill them with fear. When I chose to wear my... costume, it was to prey upon the criminals, and instill them with fear. The irony is not lost on me...
I survive, but the Beast escapes... leaving a startling realization in the wake of his departure. I've finally run into someone who's better at this game than I am.
The police, unfortunately, have been trained to give a suspect a chance to surrender before they open fire. That moment's hesitation is all the Russian Killing Machine needs.
Whatever you are up to - stop.
A few years ago I would have jumped at this chance to test myself against you. But time has taught me many valuable lessons. There's no reason for me to risk my life, coming in there after you. It would neither accomplish nor prove anything worthwhile. - Sometimes you have to ignore the rules. Sometimes circumstances are such that the rules pervert justice. I'm not in this business to protect the rules. I serve justice.
In an ideal world, no blood would have to be spilled. Unfortunately, this is the real world. And the chasm between the two is far and wide.
You called, I came.
Bruce Wayne. Humanitarian. You self-righteous hypocrite. You talk about the sanctity of human life... while you lie buried under scores of human victims. What about their lives? Are they simply the cost of upholding your cowardly morality?
We're seeking justice, Alfred. How can that ever be a mistake?
Will you be confessing while you still have the capacity to eat solid food or not?
The JLA are dead... but the JLA can never die. It's too important, both practically and symbolically.
That I've defeated and captured him time and again is a piercing thorn in his side. That I frighten him must be sheer hell.
We die every day. A thousand times an hour. Anyone who does this work sees it. Death. Their own... their partner's... their loved ones. We go to work anyway. Death is powerless against you if you leave a legacy of good behind. Death is powerless against you if you do your job. My father saved the lives of over four thousand people, one at a time... with his bare hands and his mind. Death was with him the entire time.
Goodbye, old friend.
My present reality is not a pretty sight. It is a thing of agony and delirium.
Let the world think you're crazy if that's what it takes to be the best you can be, Michael. You proved me wrong. You proved yourself wrong.
Debbie Farrow will never fall in love. She will never have children. She will never fulfill whatever dreams she had. She will never have anything again. Because of you. Doesn't that make you want to die?
Ms. da Costa -- please remember that I'm wearing a disguise. Underneath this, I assure you, I'm ugly as sin.
I don't carry guilt around like a cross. Life is hard. Terrible things happen. We do our best and we keep doing it -- and we don't cross the line.
People think it's an obsession. A compulsion. As if there were an irresistible impulse to act. It's never been like that. I chose this life. I know what I'm doing. And on any given day, I could stop doing it. Today, however, isn't that day. And tomorrow won't be either.
I never thought a lot of things would happen in my lifetime. An earthquake...my city under siege--least of all this madness.
I need a team people expect the worst from-- a team that bad guys see as kindred spirits. All those "screw-ups" you refer to-- the coup in Africa, the Nuke in Russia, the Prison Riot-- they got you branded as terrorists. As much as you hate it, that's exactly why the Outsiders will accomplish things no so-called heroes can. And if you refuse to be a part of that, well... then you're everything I always hoped you would be. Go back to the good fight, Dick. Leave the bad fight to us.
There's a new game in town, Penguin--It's just you and me.
I'm taking back the mantle of the bat before you spill any more blood on it. You don't deserve it. You never did.
Let the media say what they like about me for a while. It won't be the first time Gotham's hated me!
The job's still yours if you want it.
You're prepared for a meta-human attack. Nothing in here will have any effect on me. Give up now while you still can.
Failed? No. We lost a battle. But not the war. We'll find them. And we'll save them. We'll bring them home. Believe it!
I hate Metropolis. It's an art deco nightmare. All bright lights and rounded corners.
You come into my city? You attack Gotham police? You'd better have a very good explanation!
No harmony or integration. No speed or grace. My body knows what to do, but it's forgotten how. My back is healed, but the muscles are soft and lazy. My physical memory is shot. I've lost far more than I realized -- basic skills, automatic reflexes. Got to pull my mind away from the end of my goal... stop thinking and exist for the moment, in the here and now. Relax and take each step in its time -- let each move flow from the last and into the next. Stay within myself at all times... expanding the ambition of each move only when and as my skills return. Learn to absorb acceptable and necessary losses -- to achieve every available gain... and to prevail, even poorly... but at least to prevail.
You're a mistake, the biggest of my life, made in a moment of weakness--and I'm here to take it all back.
The doubt is still there. Even if it were an illusion, there is the uncertainty. Is it possible that I never brought their killer to justice? And in the end does that matter? Does that make a difference in what I do? No. It does not.
You can't fight fate, and you can't survive alone... I can't help but notice that almost seems like a definition of who I am... A person who's trying to do both.
You call yourself Hood, after your hero, Robin Hood. And you share the same philosophy-- "rob the rich to pay the poor."
I swear on the lives of every innocent who died tonight--I swear on the feelings that Shondra betrayed--I will find the woman I loved... and bring her to justice!
Hush said that when I saw your heart die, part of mine would die, too. He was right, in a way. There has only been one woman who has really held my heart.
I made a very solemn vow about firearms. But for you, I'm making a once-in-a lifetime exception.
No-- I trust Niles Caulder, their leader.
Darkseid...a woman.
Something happened in the Amazon, when I was in the Idiot Zone. There was something missing. I couldn't work out what. Now I remember and it makes sense...
Open your eyes. Look into the darkness... as the darkness looks into you. That man you killed -- he had a family, people who cared for him. Do you, punk? Will anyone care? Will anyone... miss you?
Shondra...something I have to tell you...back when it all began, when you were kidnapped...I was on my way to ask you...if you'd marry me...
Sometimes there's a clue to the present in the past.
It's getting dark... and I can always find my way in the dark...
I don't care who sent you! Nobody starts dispensing his own justice in this city without getting me involved!
You might have found what makes me afraid, Stirk... but I found that out myself a long, long time ago. I made a pact with my fear, Stirk. I let it have its say-- and I ignore it or not, as I choose.
It's over, Woolf. Give me the cocaine.
One of the great mysteries of the criminal brain-- is why creeps like you-- don't take scenes like this into consideration-- before you set out on your dirty work! Then again, I guess it keeps me employed!
I had a sickening and frustrating night. Time and again I think I've seen all the evil there is to see-- and time and again, people prove me wrong! What is it about us, Alfred? What makes us such an easy prey for violence and depravity?
Violence is far from my idea of a good time. But sometimes, there's no other way to prevent even worse violence! Better that you get half-a-dozen to treat than one corpse to bury!
I accept what the night brings!
Some demons never die. They only burn... inside.
I know, I know-- my own methods aren't always legal, either. But there is a difference, Alfred... I only use violence when it's absolutely necessary, not as a form of punishment... not lately, anyway!
There is a city that needs looking after. The Buccaneer of Birds may have crossed that Great Divide -- but crime won't take time off to mourn!
The kids don't have anything to do with it, creep. I busted your boys. I put them in jail. You have a problem with that, I'm here.
I couldn't forget Hassan's words: "Your country-- it does not murder? It does not bomb women and children? It does not prop up a dozen tyrants who brutalize and persecute their peoples?"
The aliens have brought the war to Gotham... it's only fair Gotham should take it right back!
He only wanted to set the world straight-- and I can't find it in my heart to blame him for that.
I am the dweller in the darkness... I am the demon. Canadian Indians call me Ghost. In Ireland, I am simply Death. I am Chamalkan... I am the BAT!!
Don't brood too much, son. For your parents' sake, be strong. Always remember -- life has to go on.
Become like me? The Night-Monster. The man who taints the lives of all around him. Is that what I want for him? Is that what he will want for himself?
I'm Batman. And we both know Batman's secret identity is... BRUCE WAYNE!
With gods like the Idiot... who needs devils?
You made me proud tonight. Thank you.
He hurt you. But if you kill him it won't be Arthur Brown who destroyed your life. It will be you.
Gotham is my city. In every way that matters.
Someone went to a lot of trouble to warn you. More effort than they've made to kill you.
You won't see the light of day until your eighteen birthday. And I'll be here. And next time we meet you will be an adult. Remember that.
Wesker. The original Ventriloquist. I overheard the contempt in your voice when you accused Sugar of stealing his gimmick. He meant something to you.
You know nothing of terror, Romana Vrezhenski. But you will learn.
What? You'll come up with a better gas? Or you'll pick at the scabs of my psyche and find a deeper fear? Don't you understand I've faced terror a wretch like you could never imagine -- and I overcame. This boy has been through more than you've ever known. He's beyond your illusions too. You have no power. You're the joke you always feared you might be.
You put on a nice show. But it's over. I'm taking back my city now.
I know I never say this... most times I... I just can't... but... I couldn't... I couldn't do this without you, Alfred.
Damn the physics -- we're not going to die. We're not. I... won't... LET US!
I don't call it my city just because I live here.
Under Henri Ducard's tutelage I mastered long-range sniping. I hated using a gun then. I hated using one tonight. But what I hated most of all is how close I had to come to that last resort.
What makes you think you can bring me down this time, Firefly? You're the kind of psycho that makes me sick. You think you're the master that fire serves. But you're just a moron transfixed by what you see in the flames. It's you who serves the fire, Lynns.
Dusty Howell's whole life was one felony after another, interrupted only by prison terms. And the night of his biggest score he dies saving the lives of his wife and little girl.
I vowed to protect the innocent. I promised that no one would suffer if I could do anything to stop it. I've lived this years to be a guardian to the entire city. But there's little I can do against disease and natural disasters. A lost cause can become a fool's errand. I'm still only human. I did what was humanly possible. I hope you don't think I've failed in my promise. And I renew that promise now. Mother...Father...As long as there's breath in my body I am an instrument of justice. Justice for you. Justice for all. I only hope you can forgive me my failures. Because I'm not sure I can forgive myself.
This is the new language of Gotham. If I don't speak it, the message won't be understood.
I swore an oath to fight for justice and I don't know how to keep that oath. Or even if I can. What good is an oath if it tears you apart?
He thinks he can scare me. He thinks he can stop me. There's nothing wrong with him a bullet in the head won't fix.
Bane had no reason to destroy the city's records. But someone did. And I have the feeling they're about to step into the light.
James Gordon is the heart of the GCPD. His heart aches, but it will never quit. And like mine, his will remember.
I'm not interested in playing games.
Snake...wolf...I don't care...this is a circus...and if you know anything about me...you know I don't like clowns.
This is holy work for me. There's little room for mistakes, and less for forgiveness.
I have questions. You will answer them. Or else.
You've got thirty days to prove you can keep up and not get killed. Otherwise I will fire you.
Vesper Fairchild... Go home. Go. Home.
I'm going to find her.
You may not have anything to do with it. It's possible I'm on a wild-goose chase. But if I'm right, and it comes back to you, I don't care who you are or who you serve... I'll burn this whole place to the ground.
Sometimes it seems as if this city does nothing but breed monsters.
She found me and she took care of me...taught me how to survive. There is nothing I wouldn't do for her.
Even with one arm, I could just snap his neck. And end this forever. But I can't... I won't ever... become like him. There is always... another way.
Justice and law are, sadly, two different things. Gotham will always need me.
Fighting comes easily to the young-- learning how to temper revenge into justice, well... that's hard, even for an adult--
It's easier when the victims are strangers, merely names on a police report, accompanied by an out-of-focus snapshot. That way the emotions don't get in the way of the job. Your judgment stays clearer.
I swear that if you harm that woman at all, I'll make you pay! I will break and twist things within you. You can't conceive of the pain I can cause. It's pain that will go on forever! You won't escape it... because I won't let you die!
For every action in this universe, there is an opposite and equal reaction. Consequences, Robin. There's no escaping them.
With the exception of Bruce Wayne, who was a logical if erroneous choice to be on the list, each of these men had a part in the process that led to my becoming the Batman. These were the men who trained me.
Cleaning up this town is something you can't do alone.
There is no shame in a mask... - A man's skill is a man's skill, whatever his face, whatever his name.
I take to the city night, seeking crime and diversion. Pity any criminal that I catch in the act tonight.
People can't set themselves above the law. That way leads to anarchy. Even though you and I skirt along the edges of it, we still operate within the legal system. That's the way it has to be. Even though more than a small part of me sometimes wishes it could be otherwise.
As a youth I swore eternal vengeance on all criminals. To prepare myself for that war, I journeyed abroad to learn all I could from the world's greatest masters. I spent part of that time here, learning the vibrating palm strike from Master Kirigi. Lord, I was driven... and maybe a bit blind to the possibility that I'd come to be a disciple of one of the very people I 'd sworn to destroy!
...bashing criminals is one thing! Beating up on law enforcement people always depresses me.
Gotham isn't your city, Slasher -- it belongs to its people, not to its vermin.
I shake my head, breathe deeply, try to forget it. You're born, and your history, your time, your place, is a mold into which you're thrown... does it make a difference if a few demons are behind it also? My parents are still just as dead. Gotham is still Gotham. I am still... still whatever I am...
"With great power comes great responsibility," they used to say. Now, even the Gods don't care!
When you put on the suit, you become larger than life. You become a symbol. And then you don't have a choice. You have to live up to what you've made yourself into. The mask hides your fear. No one knows what you're thinking. And it's double edged. It frightens your enemies and feeds your strength. But no suit-- no mask-- can ever hide you from yourself!
Maybe you are innocent. This time. But you're filth. I want you to know -- from now on, I'll be watching your every move. The first time you step out of line -- will be the last time.
I know who and what the Batman is... all too well. Maybe I should spend some time getting to know Bruce Wayne...and other matters closer to home.
And the war...is merely on hold. I did fail.
Rest... I'll need more of it than she knows... Now that I have to face a man-- two men eventually-- fueled by the same venom that turned me into a monster... nearly destroyed me. And in my arsenal... sedatives.
I believe you. But tonight...I'm the nightmare.
We all wear two faces. What counts is what they mask.
There's no love lost between me and death. Death is the enemy--and I hate it.
Like you, Brand, archaeologists study the dead--but Chimu's people are still alive... and the living, as you keep pointing out, deserve privacy.
I'm dressed this way... to save the world.
I didn't come to the top of the world to slay a monster, Dr. Steinman. I came to save a man.
Mother, father...Love is not enough. They're everywhere...and their work is too random. I can only find so many...and I can never stop them all. I've failed you...but in your names...in your memory...I will never stop trying.
Fear serves no purpose beyond triggering the primitive instinct of flight for self-preservation... but in this case we have to face our beast, hunt it down, and slay it.
Don't do it Langstrom! You're not a killer!
Mother...Father...Your lives were sacred, your murders profane. Your fate shaped my destiny...as your end charted my beginning. Your deaths were violent. Your resting place must remain inviolable. No further harm will come to you, I swear. So long as I shall live, you will be safe in death. No one will touch you. Nor will any of the dead be disturbed--not one more grave desecrated. This night, a monster falls.
No man is perfect, Etrigan...but every man should strive to be.
Vesper? I think...no, Vesper, I'm certain...I...I love you.
My life has been a crusade to save this city. But as Batman. And now, in its greatest hour of crisis, Gotham turns to Bruce Wayne.
It's never easy to find inner strength and peace, even when the outer world is relatively stable...the destruction of physical reality always does spiritual damage.
I'm not going to present you with a fairy-tale image of Gotham. It's a hard luck town. It always has been. It's a place of dark tragedies and bitter ironies. A city of deep shadows and sharp contrasts. A city that touches everyone who lives there. For good and bad. I see Gotham as an anvil. One is broken or tempered on it. So many trials. So much misfortune. So little hope. But some thrive there. Gothamites are a tough breed. They're proud of their town and their talent for living in it. My family has lived there for two centuries. It was there that they built the financial giant that is a leading player in a half dozen industries. And it was Gothamites who helped build it. By their sweat and their labor and sometimes their lives they made Gotham a world competitor. Against all the odds. Maybe Gotham is inspiring in its own way. Inspiration spurred by fear. Or something even darker. But despite their troubles and their setbacks, Gothamites keep going. And there's something noble about that. It's an admirable trait, I think. Every city has its own personality. I like to think that dogged determination is Gotham's. It's a town that's never had its hand out. That's never played the victim. It's a town that's used to standing alone. It bears being maligned and forgotten. It helps itself. Even when the burdens become too great. Even when it should be screaming for rescue. But the people of Gotham know that justice can be an illusion. And rescue has its price. I guess what I'm trying to say is that Gotham can only help itself from this latest catastrophe -- with your help -- the country's help. I know the people of my hometown will work hard to rebuild. I know they'll repay this nation for any sacrifice it has to make. There's simply more to be gained by helping us than abandoning us. And I'm betting my entire fortune on it. Without a single doubt or regret.
You followed orders. Good job, soldier.
I take my time, because I can... because they have no idea what they've walked into. They think Bruce Wayne should be on his knees... begging for mercy. On his knees in an alley... on his knees on his parents' blood... always weak. But right now, for these short sharp moments in this dark cell... there is no Bruce Wayne.
That's the trouble about girls who love secrets: They can't keep them.
When will you learn, Zeiss? Bring all the advantages in the world and I'll still beat you.
Do it. Pull the trigger. Give me a reason.
I really screwed up tonight. I let myself get off-balance and it was used to my disadvantage... Let my anger run away with me.
Oracle, this is Bruce... I need you to run some information for me...
Sometimes it seems like living is the hardest choice of all.
I wear a mask. And that mask, it's not to hide who I am, but to create what I am.
And as the sun, that had been too afraid to show its face in this city, started to turn the black into grey, I smiled. Not out of happiness. But because I knew... that one day, I wouldn't have to do this anymore. One day, I could stop fighting. Because one day... I would win. One day, there will be no pain, no loss, no crime. Because of me, because I fight. For you. One day, I will win.
Professor Ivo created Amazo with a human model in mind! His functionality mimics that of a human being! His weaknesses are located at the same points!
Can the Lazarus Pit raise the dead?
I've always had answers. The facts. For every one of them we've lost, whether they thought it was about heaven, or god, or even magic_ magic, mysticism_ is just another realm's science. I know that, but... now...
This doesn't change anything. It doesn't change anything at all.
You have an infection in your brain. If left untreated, it will kill you.
I want him dead-- maybe more than I've ever wanted anything. But if I do that, if I allow myself to go down into that place... I'll never come back.
Bruce Wayne is a mask I wear, that I've been wearing since I was a child... but it's become a liability, so it's over. -- Bruce Wayne and his troubles aren't my concern anymore.
I lost sight of what all of you mean to me... And lost sight of the fact that an innocent woman was brutally murdered for no reason other than to hurt me...
I'd feel lucky, though, if I were you. Angel's capable of anything. Hell, he even had his own sister murdered.
The beatings stop when you start talking.
I appreciate your confidence in me, Plastic Man. Of course I have a plan.
I am the Batman. This is my city. At night it belongs to me.
This is a story about Mercy. It's also about revenge... justice... and fighting for yourself.
Whoever you are. Whatever this is. I'm coming to get you.
Oh I thought I was some fine detective. I was right. But I wasn't strong enough.
That's what we're for -- when the law doesn't work.
You've got to be kidding -- for what it's worth, I'm not into bondage.
You play the hand you're dealt. What I am, I am of my own choice. I don't know if I'm happy... but I'm content.
You and I... with what we do... what's at stake... we can't fail. Others don't understand, but even if it's... impossible, we still have to succeed.
I do it for the weak, and the scared, and the oppressed. I do it for the victims -- the innocent -- the abused. I do it to try to end the suffering... And I do it for the nobodies.
The Batman can't die. He feeds on evil like yours!
Supergirl, you're one of the most powerful creatures on the planet. If someone intelligent were to come after you, they wouldn't attack you directly. They'd try to trick you. Surprise you. Remember Supergirl... only your body's invulnerable.
You should know, whatever created you, whatever Yatz shot you up with contained not only the Doctor's nano-technology, the smart skin, but also elements of the Joker's so-called "venom". I've seen men driven insane from exposure to it… Sometimes they come back. Sometimes they don't.
It's humiliating to admit Batman has his limits. That none of my abilities makes any difference if the mark doesn't believe.
You use your weapon, Katana, and I'll use mine... the dark.
We'll just have to settle for another day's sunrise. It may have been the last the world had ever seen, if Fusion had his way. ...Thanks to us, it's just one of many.
Which one of us is the detective again?
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