You either die a hero or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain.

Just know that there are those of us who care about what you do with your future.

I thought this might be a good opportunity for… improving the foundations.

No, no, no, I kill the bus driver.

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

Does it come in black?

But a man who doesn’t care about the world doesn’t spend half his fortune on a plan to save it. And isn’t so wounded when it fails that he goes into hiding.

But it’s not who you are underneath… it’s what you do that defines you.

Are you so desperate to fight criminals that you lock yourself in to take them on one at a time ?

Theatricality and deception, powerful agents to the uninitiated. But we are initiated aren’t we, Bruce? Members of the League of Shadows. And you betrayed us.

I believe whatever doesn’t kill you simply makes you… stranger.

Bruce… it’s okay. Don’t be afraid.

I take what I need from those who have more than enough. I don’t stand on the shoulders of the people with less.

No gun? I’m insulted.

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.

Don’t kill him. I want him to feel the heat. Feel the fire of 12 million souls.

Dr. Crane isn’t here right now. But if you’d like to make an appointment.

Although I’m not ordinary, I’m a citizen.

I can’t do that as Bruce Wayne… as a man. I’m flesh and blood. I can be ignored, destroyed. But as a symbol, I can be incorruptible, I can be everlasting.

You see, I’m a guy of simple taste. I enjoy dynamite and gunpowder and gasoline.