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How about a magic trick? I'm gonna make this pencil disappear. Ta-da!

Because some men aren't looking for anything logical, like money. They can't be bought, bullied, reasoned or negotiated with. Some men just wanna watch the world burn.

Just you, sir? Don't worry, Master Wayne. It takes a little time to get back in the swing of things.

You know what you said about the structures becoming shackles. You were right and I can't take it, the injustice. I mean, no one ever's gonna know who saved the entire city.

Does it come in black?

Now choice is yours: exile or death?

Didn't you get the memo?

Accomplice? I'm gonna tell them the whole thing was your idea.

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

I speak for the rest of the board and Mr Wayne, in expressing our own excitement.

It means you're hatred, and it also means losing someone, who I've cared for since I first heard his cries echoing through this house. But it might also mean saving your life. And that is more important.

Look around you. You'll see two councilmen, a union official, couple off-duty cops and a judge. I wouldn't have a second's hesitation of blowing your head off in front of them. Now, that's power you can't buy. That's the power of fear.

It's ends here.

No guns, no killing.