Twenty years in Gotham, Alfred. We’ve seen what promises are worth. How many good guys are left. How many stay that way.
I’ve failed him, in life. I won’t fail him in death.
You’re either with me or you’re against me.
You can’t kill murder. You can’t get revenge on evil. You can only begin to fight such things by not doing them.
We’re criminals, Alfred. We’ve always been criminals, nothing’s changed.
Man is still good. We fight. We kill. We betray one another. But we can rebuild. We can do better. We will. We have to.
I’m not afraid to die. Not if it means doing the right thing.
There’s a fine line between extortion and negotiation.
The Wayne name still has meaning. It’s a symbol of light and hope.
Sometimes the right way is also the ugly way.
One day, I am going to do something to help the people of Gotham.
It’s hard to forgive. It may be the hardest thing any of us have to do in this life.
