If you’re planning on killing me, could you get on with it? At this point, it would come as a welcome relief.
Foolish arrogance led me astray. But I learned my lessons. I’ll be back, stronger and smarter than ever.
When you spared my life on the pier that day, banished me from Gotham, that was the most lost I’ve ever been. Because I was away from the city, you see. It’s part of me. You know what I’m talking about, because it’s part of you, too. Sure, I could escape with money, I might add, but then what? Stand on the shores of the mainland and watch the army burn it to the ground? Then watch tasteless industrialists and vapid politicians rebuild it? No. My life is etched on the walls of every alley and dirty warehouse here. My blood lives in its broken concrete. I’m staying to fight. For my legacy.[to Jim]