“I cherish the memories of a question my grandson asked me the other day, when he said: ‘Grandpa, were you a hero in the war?’ Grandpa said, “No. But I served in a company of heroes.”[quoting from a letter Mike Ranney wrote to him]
You want to be a hero. And Gotham doesn’t need heroes. It needs people who will do what is necessary.[to Jim]
You wanna be a hero? Don’t sacrifice yourself for the merchandise.[to Bernard]
You know what they call a superhero who works alone and doesn’t listen to anybody? A villain.[to Viktor]
You know what makes a hero, son? A man who values protecting others above protecting himself. A man who knows his limits but isn’t afraid to fail. A man who knows when to ask for help when he needs it.
You can’t just protect the people you think are good. You have to protect everyone. That’s what heroes do.
When you steal for yourself, that makes you a thief. But when you steal for someone else, that makes you a hero.
What Gotham wants is a hero. And tonight, I’m going to give them one.
We’re the heroes of this building. Before us, you could be killed in your own apartment, and no one would know it.
There are no heroes in our profession. But, occasionally, there are good men. Men who act on what is right. Not simply doing what they’re told.[to Jack]
Taking a bullet doesn’t make anyone a hero. It’s what we do today that matters.
René was a true hero of France. A pain in the bum sometimes, but still a hero.
