Very well. Death! By exile.
Or perhaps he's wondering why someone would shoot a man before throwing him out of the plane.
Hero can be anyone. Even a man knowing something as simple and reassuring as putting a coat around a young boy shoulders to let him know the world hadn't ended.
No, no, no, I kill the bus driver.
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.
It's not just your name, sir. It's your father's name. And it's all that's left of him. Don't destroy it.
I will go back to Gotham and I will fight men Iike this but I will not become an executioner.
I seek the means to fight injustice. To turn fear against those who prey on the fearful.
Swear to me!
Oh, hee-hee, aha. Ha, ooh, hee, ha-ha, ha-ha. And I thought my jokes were bad.
I believe whatever doesn't kill you simply makes you... stranger.
You don't owe these people anymore. You've given them everything.
You wanna know how I got these scars? My father was... a drinker, and a fiend. And one night, he goes off crazier than usual. Mommy gets the kitchen knife to defend herself. He doesn't like that, not one bit. So, me watching he takes the knife to her, laughing while he does it. He turns to m...