The virus will be mine. And so the world.
I have every faith in you, my son. Some of our enemies are new to me. And some are familiar to both you and me. I welcome them. Their deaths will be the first of many. In many ways theirs will be the most satisfying deaths of all. A fitting prelude to my legacy.
I have knowledge which is alien to you, for I have tasted food fresh from dark fertile soil, and I have filled my lungs with untainted air, and I have quenched my thirst with water clear as the first day of creation, and you have not -- because you can not. Those things do not exist on this world any longer. They have been destroyed by man's lust for dominance -- a lust I know well, for at times it all but consumes me. All is corrupt, all is sick, all is dying. As am I. As are you.
My family and I will be safe here, with samples of several endangered species, we will wait as the ecosphere corrects itself. If I do not survive , my son shall carry on for me. You are invited to join us, Detective. I have spared you this long to offer you a choice. You may join me -- and my daughter -- or you will perish.
I care nothing for Hitler or his agenda, child. But he has created a mechanism to rival any of my own and I would be a fool not to avail myself of it. His war will kill millions. And that leaves millions less for me to deal with when the time comes.
I am cursed with a love for emptiness... desolation. It is a beauty to which my soul responds... as pure, as untainted as the deserts of my birth. I deem it my mission to purify this planet, to restore it to its former beauty... a mission I will brook no interference in.
The first whose flesh is touched by the spotlight shall die, Detective... for we cannot continue to exist in the same world. Do you not agree?
You are proud, Detective! You do not plead for aid... nor would I give it! The desert is the shaper of my destiny... and it has decreed me victor! Farewell, greatest of enemies!
Let me show you what true painn isss like, Detective!!! Then let us both die together!
Ask yourself, detective... who in your life would wish to come back from the dead?
I follow your exploits very closely, Detective! I find them nearly as fascinating as my own!
So you chose to ignore me upon your return...detective. But it is a gift to have you back, a rebirth of our mutual respect and enmity. Now that you know the euphoria of immortality... now, truly, completely, you will be a worthy match to... Ra's al Ghul!
We have failed. Superman and his allies continue to blight the world with their presence. God-powerful aliens. A child with a magic ring. So much wasted potential. So much they could do to remake an endangered planet.
The Bat deserved to meet his doom at my hands -- at the hands of someone who hated yet respected him! Mortal enemies deserve at least that. If I was fated to meet my own doom at the Detective's hands I would have been satisfied -- it would have been a good death. It would have been right. It would have been proper. But instead this charade is perpetrated. Gotham and the world should be celebrating the life and death of a man who has pulled them away from the brink of extinction countless times instead of believing their Dark Knight still patrols the city's streets. A hero of Batman's caliber should not have perished in the shadows. A hero like Batman should have been killed in the bright light of day for all the world to see. That would have been my final gift to Bruce, a revelation and celebration as I, and I alone, pulled the mask from his lifeless face in victory! Now, as the centuries blow past me like a gentle breeze, I will always mourn the fact that I will not be remembered for killing the Batman, who, after all, would have been the only man I ever killed worth remembering.