A lion doesn't pass judgement on a gazelle. Cancer doesn't pass judgement on a brain. I've been saying this all along. Evil doesn't exist. There are only actions. We got to the same place--the top of the food chain--just on different paths. Mine was more fun.
See, that's the thing, it's always business with us, lately. Business, business, business. So this time, I took care of all that early, so we can relax and have ourselves a nice chat. Face to face... to face (hee-hee).
Sit down, and you'll find out. Fight your destiny... you'll never find a single trace of any of them, ever. You'll grow old wondering what happened to them. What I did to each one... Now SIT YOUR #%^ DOWN!''
Because we have an understanding. I'll bet you've said it to them these past few days, haven't you? "You don't understand him." Sure you have, because the ugly truth of it is, Batsss *sigh* is that you love me more than them.
Please. Kneel with me, Batman. Pray with me, Batman. Do it. Or I'll blow my damn head off.
It's time for the Bat King to destroy all the vampires in his life. You've sucked the marrow from his broken bones long enough.
Do to him? Well... you could marry him. But of course, he'd start lying around too much, eating pizza, watching tv, all that snuggling at night. He'd become a soft blob.
This is a mystery that stretches back to the dawn of time. It's bigger than all of us. And it sure as hell is bigger than you. You don't understand. All that was just a cruel joke. You're just another couple of pieces in Batman's puzzle. Just like me.
Dr. Manhattan? Who's that? I could use a good dentist. It hurts when I smile.
So, my tender little morselette... How are things?
I have something for you...in my pants.
And yet here you are...alone and strapped to a table like a lab experiment. The place is for lost souls, not rehabilitation. No one leaves here, no one gets "cured," no one passes Go and collects their $200. We are here to be tucked away from society till the day we die or kill each other. To rot with the other trash and forgotten souls that inhabit this godforsaken place.
You came to me and told me you wanted art. Well this was going to be my masterpiece. Made just for you. That was my plan... my perfect, beautiful plan. And it's nothing compared to what The Batman Who Laughs is going to do to you.
Hatter, is that an analogy I've used before? I hate repeating myself.
Because at the end of the day what people are afraid of is the nothing of it, Bruce. The randomness. The empty center. Stare into it and try to find meaning. You'll go mad. All you can do is fear, and survive. It's the truth. That's what this gang is--you see, Bruce? I came up with the idea for it in the wake of your parents' death. In that wonderful moment--that true moment, right after. See? We wear the red hood to court the wolf, rather than hide. Eat us, we say. Eat us all.
What happened to your sense of humor, Son? You and I - we were quite a team in our day, weren't we? I'd write the material. You'd read your lines. But you had to go and improvise the big finale, didn't you?
Because once I didn't care about the rules anymore, I had all the power. We all have it inside of us. We just got to let it out. And I can show you how...
You're a villain, remember? Time to nasty up and act like one.
The only way you'll beat him... is to become him. Heh.
Get a load of you! Did someone order duck soup?
Look at yooou. Always so serious! The first annoyed with quip and quickness, the second earned his anger and pain--(and ultimately his death)--but you... you have always bored me with your perfection, that arrogant flaunting of how much better you think you are than everyone else.
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