Batman is dead. Bruce Wayne is dead. There's no one left to stand over their graves. Nothing left of them but mistakes. And the city those mistakes helped build. Wayne Enterprises, Batman. My technology, my justice. It's what helped build the Magistrate. Which means I know how to break it down. Whatever I am now, I've got nothing left but time to fix this mess. Funeral's over.
If there's even a single drop of goodness left, it's worth fighting for. You've always been our heart... and that is what's most wonderful about you. Some things are worth dying for... but you give them something worth living for.
Clark acts like he's never had to hide a day in his life. But I know he has. Maybe he just never wants to hide ever again.
In this Gotham, vigilantes are the enemy. I am the enemy. Or I would be... if I were alive. But I'm not. I was killed by a Peacekeeper, Gotham's highest level of law enforcement, almost two years ago. And not just any Peacekeeper.
Always a new hero to replace the old one. Because it's about a symbol, not a person. Batman is dead. Long live Batman.
Bruce Wayne is dead. And I'm all that's left. You want to know why he did it? All those times. Cut to shreds and shot up and bleeding and broken? He did it because he was afraid he'd end up this way. Alone and trapped in the dark with no one but me for company. You want to get out of here? Wake up again? You need to be afraid of the same thing, Selina. You need to know that down here in the dark, Bruce Wayne may be dead. But Batman... Batman lives.
Did I protect Gotham? Or did I make it vulnerable to men who would use the darkness to control it?
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