Bad guys don’t play by the rules. That’s what makes them bad.
Your problem is you have spent your whole life thinking there are rules. There aren’t. We used to be gorillas. All we had is what we could take and defend.
The question is not “Is it a game?” The question is “Who sets the rules?”
In the darkness, there are no rules. So, tonight Gotham, do what you want. Kill who you want. And when morning comes, you too shall be reborn.
I do see the beauty in the rules, the invisible code of chaos hiding behind the menacing face of order.
We only break the rules to save people.
It’s more fun to break the rules than to follow them.
I don’t follow rules, I make them. And when necessary, I break them.
Believe me, there is no winning when you play by a twisted tyrant’s rules.
When there are no rules, women take charge.
The game has changed. We return to the old rules.
Every rule has its exceptions.
