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I told you I was immortal. Oh there are many forms of immortality.

What if, before she died, she wrote a letter saying she chose Harvey Dent over you? And what if, to spare you pain, I burnt that letter?

Bruce Wayne! Design, live and breathe. What brings you out of the prior sleep, Mr. Wayne?

Every man who has lotted here over the centuries, has looked up to the light and imagined climbing to freedom. So easy, so simple! And like shipwrecked men turning to seawater foregoing uncontrollable thirst, many have died trying. And then here there can be no true despair without hope. So as I terrorize Gotham, I will feed its people hope to poison their souls. I will let them believe that they can survive so that you can watch them climbing over each other to stay in the sun. You can watch me torture an entire city. And then when you've truly understood the depth of your failure, we will fulfill Ra's Al Ghul's destiny. We will destroy Gotham. And then, when that is done, and Gotham is... ashes Then you have my permission to die.

Gordon... You do like to play things pretty close to the chest.

Ah yes! I was wondering what would weight first. Your spirit... or your body?

If you're good at something, never do it for free.

Very well. Death! By exile.

I'm Gotham's reckoning. It'll end the ball of damns you've all been living on. A necessary evil.

Maybe someday, when Gotham no longer needs Batman I'll see him again.

But I know the rage that drives you. That impossible anger strangIing the grief until the memory of your loved one is just poison in your veins. And one day, you catch yourself wishing the person you loved had never existed so you'd be spared your pain.

I'll be standing where l belong. Between you and the peopIe of Gotham.

I give a damn because a good man once made me responsible for what was most precious to him in the whole world.

Perhaps you should read the instructions first?