I'm not asking you to wear water wings, Babs. I just want you to be careful.
Batgirl... you're under arrest.
The people need to believe someone's out there who still answers that call. Or else the city falls and never gets up again.
''Everyone says you've still got Superman's spirit. I buy that. I can even admire that. And maybe it worked for you with... with the other Batman... maybe he had the patience to handle your impulsiveness and sentimentality. Or maybe you just had enough power to back it up. Now here's a confession Kent. I might be just as sentimental as you. But I know I'm just a man in a suit. I know how high the stakes are and how careful I have to be. But you? Now? ...You just made everything a thousand times more dangerous. Stay out of Gotham.
Kent can't fly. He's lost most of his super-strength and heat vision. But he still thinks he's Superman--and it's up to him save the world. That makes him incredibly dangerous to himself and everyone around him.
Just close your eyes and think about retirement. Somewhere warm where the giant turtles don't talk.
Looking at him tonight... I guess I saw all the cracks in the foundations. You know, the ones we're so busy trying to ignore. What is it about this city? Always holding up a funhouse mirror, showing us our worst fears.
Now you listen to me, Lieutenant... I run as tight a ship as I can and you have no idea how choppy the waters get out here. So unless you're ready to sprout a pair and take on some actual bad guys for once, you'll leave me to my ulcer, my nicotine addiction, and my commitment to making sure the citizens of Gotham City and my men don't suffer for some fool crusade you've --
This is our city. And when Hell is unleashed, we don't run and hide, we stand up. And there's a symbol, a symbol we all know stands for what we can do. What we are capable of. Tonight needs more than just one hero. It needs a city. It needs all of us. Tonight we need to do what he does for us every night. Tonight, we all need to be Batman.
But see, you come back to Gotham and first thing you do is plant your flag here, in Crime Alley, the worst of the worst, when you could be in a cozy mansion. I'm concerned that should you cross paths with this person, this vigilante you might sympathize with him. You seem to be on a bit of a crusade here, is all.
Bats don't walk or talk, detective. Now listen to me. A terrorist just crippled the city. The whole thing. From the looks of it, there's a major storm bearing down on the area - Rene. According to the pretty people on the news, old Rene could even be a super-storm. Meanwhile, Loeb has cops looking for a vigilante instead of protecting the peace. Which means the city is a devil's playground right now. Black out, panicked, wild. So anyone helping and I mean anyone, lunatic or not, anyone providing a little light in the darkness, they get a pass.
But now, for the first time since that night, I feel that maybe there's a chance ... because that little boy, Bruce Wayne, he came back to fight for this city. And now you're here, too - you're changing things.
People say that bats are messengers from the land of the dead. Whoever he is, he died a long time ago. He's a cautionary tale. A ghost. He fights our nightmares to teach us to fight the real terrors by light of day.
This freak is using Gotham as his personal stage. And the only thing I'm afraid of is... that is is only the opening act.
I've lived through the end of the word a lot in this town ... The Green taking over, earthquakes, plagues - Bullock and I would call it Apocalypse Wednesdays because it seemed like a weekly occurrence ... hell, it never seems to end around here. But in my experience, no matter how these freaks try to convince us otherwise ... the sun always rises eventually. I know it doesn't seem like it sometimes with the Bat around, but people here count on us. Especially in times like this.
Son, we are the Gotham City Police Department. What do we do when we come face-to-face will hell on Earth? We get to work.