So that's what it is. The ears. The belt. The gargoyle. It's not funny. It's the choice of a boy. The choice to die. I am Batman. I am suicide.
Kobra. They're a cult, as you say... but they're not the organization that they were. They're hurting. And like the snake they take their name from -- hurting, feeling threatened... that makes Kobra all the more dangerous.
You love the cold, Victor. Even if you did bring her back, you'd end up destroying her. Because you love an idea, Victor. An obsession. And that I do understand.
Ms. Olsen, the stages of Gotham are better off for your provocative, textural dramatic scenarios. Your fearless probing of the human condition elevates the spirit of the common man, and the very consciousness of the rich and powerful. Thank you.
You're a fine bunch of detectives. Each and every one of you.
So yes, I know his name. But the Joker's name isn't what's important. It never has been.
This is personal for you. And when it's personal, judgment gets clouded. I should know. That's why I'm here.
Superman... banana muffin.
But he's still Superman. That big, booming, patronizing voice. Thinks he knows it all. But he has no idea who I am now. Who we are. Heh.
Superman and I have an ongoing debate about what would happen if we were to use the same tactics as our enemies. It always ends the same. I tell him my concerns and he smiles and says I worry too much. But the thing that always scared me was this: if heroes ever started to act like our enemies...we'd be better villains than they ever were.
I can't stop him with my fists. We didn't come here just to pull you off the wrong path. We came here because we're up against the end of this city. We came because we need you, Donatello. We need a genius.
You've come out of this stronger. All of you have. I hope you can see now the true strength inside of you. You only have yourself to thank for that, Donatello.
I didn't take you here to guilt you. I want you to understand. The worst thing imaginable happened right in front of my eyes when I was just a child, and all the rules of the world were broken. It took me decades to pull myself together into something new... something strong. A man who could overcome what had happened to him, but also a man who could work tirelessly to make sure that would never happen to another family. It is selfish, in a way. I'll grant you that. But it's what I can do. And I need to do something. I need to do it for them.
You want to know...why I'd save the Joker? I--I told you, Cranston. You think our lives are more important than theirs. That's how...I know I was right...I know I didn't learn from you...Because they all are. They all are.
Edward! "When is it a good idea to take things that don't belong to you?" I put it in riddle form. Out of respect.
I've tried. I've turned a blind eye to Dick's mistakes, to his shortcomings... Convinced myself that he just needed time. That he would come around. But, there came a point where I have to admit that he's had more than enough chances. He's not the partner I'd hoped for.
I want you to understand something. I know what they made you. I know how much it's hurt you. How much is still hurts you. But you are not what they made you to be. You are something more. You are what you choose to be. And you fought your way across the world so I would know what's she's about to do. So I can stop Mother once and for all. You aren't a monster, that's what they tried to make you. But it didn't work, You are a hero. Because that's the path you took yourself.
This isn't a deal. You work for me, now.
All these monsters. Everyone I've faced in my career... I know them. I know how they think... I know how they work... But whoever this is, they're just running me through the gauntlet. They want me tired. They want me weak. The city is on fire, and it's all just a damn distraction. And I don't know for what...
Damian Wayne, my son, struck our lives like a bolt of lightning. A brief, unforgettable thunderstroke. Now my son is gone in the blink of an eye.
I don't understand it. She acted like we knew each other. But... that's not possible. Why in the world would I know someone like her?
Look, all of you, until this time, he's only come after you tangentially, to get to me. But now, he's saying he's coming for each of you head-on. And when Joker comes for you, he goes for everything you love, everything you care about, to destroy it.
Your training isn't worth anything to me. There are people who've trained their entire lives and fallen in this war. Did you really think it was as easy as picking up a taser? What did you think? That I would see how much you've grown and take you back to my base? Tell you my real name? Give you a car and a cape and let you fight by my side? This isn't a game, Harper! If you pursue this, you will die, do you understand me?!
Seems Clayface has mutated. What little is of Basil Karlo's DNA is disappearing fast. Meaning, Clayface is no longer an actor. No longer a mimic. If he samples a person's DNA, brushes their skin, finds a single hair, he can absorb it and fully become them. Which means, he's truly a clay man now. Everyone and no one. The only question is...who will he become next?
Hello. A lot of you don't know me. But my name ... my name is Bruce Wayne, and I'm here today to ask you something. Just one thing. And it's this ... what do you love about Gotham City? No, I mean it. You out there. Everyone looking at this broadcast. What do you love about this city? I mean, it's an awful place to live. Right? I mean, it's terrible. It's unaffordable. Dangerous and full of rain. It's a monster. So why? Why do you love it? The truth is, only you know why you stay here. Why you put up with this place. Or maybe you don't know. I didn't know why I came back until just a little while ago.
Because what he can't see, what he'll never see, is that people notice smart when smart changes the world. When it adds something. But this man, all he cares about is himself. He isn't complicated. He's no riddle. He's just a boy, standing at the center of his village, screaming, "Look at me." Embarrassing himself in a cheap hat.
In the city today, Alfred, now more than ever, evil men, sick men, they step from the shadows to kill and terrify, and Batman will draw their fire. He will be the lightning rod. He will show the people of Gotham not to be afraid. It's the thing, Alfred. It's what makes me happy. It's all that makes me happy.
All right. Let's talk about history.
So yes, it's a bad plan. Anyone has a better one, I'm all ears. No? Then the bottom line is this: It's our city. All of ours. And we need to take it back from him, now, together, or it's over. For all of us. Forever. So tell me... who's in?!
You think you can fool me? You think so? You can't. Because I know all the tricks. Hell, I invented them. And sooner or later... I will find you. Wherever you are... you can't hide from me. Hide in the dark. Because I live here... in the dark... in Gotham. It's my city.
You asked me before, what the Court did to me. What they did was show me the truth. That the Gotham City I thought I knew, my city... doesn't exist. They showed me that the real Gotham, the Gotham out there, is a city of birds, a city of owls. It's a stranger and an enemy... it always has been. And I'll tell you, Dick, if someone could've protected me from that truth, I'd have been grateful.
Now let's break his damn back.
So that's what it is. The ears. The belt. The gargoyle. It's not funny. It's the choice of a boy. The choice to die. I am Batman. I am suicide.
All of you are to leave Gotham today. Go on vacation without your masks. Or put your masks on and find other monsters to fight. I don't care what you do. As long as you don't do it here. Bane is stronger than you. He may be stronger than me. Five days. I need five days to save Gotham Girl. And I will save her. But I won't kill you to do it.
You know how many times I've heard that? "Rest in peace, Batman!" "There's no escape, Batman!" "Time to die, Batman!" Every night. Over, and over, and over. For so many years. "This is the end, Batman!" Every. Damn. Night. And yet...I'm still here.
And so it came. Over the next months as I fought to hold the city together, Gotham divided. Then fell. Into slaughter. Misery. Torture. Mayhem. Havoc. Betrayal. Devastation. Insanity. People think they understand me. Alfred, Gordon, the boys. All of Gotham, in its way. Even you. A man in pain, trying to save who he can. They think...but... they don't understand...anything. They don't know a thing about me. But you have to. Before. Before any of this. You have to know. What I did...what I had to do. During the War of Jokes and Riddles.
It took a few more weeks before the city saw what it was. Before people realized that these dead weren't the normal dead of Gotham. That the bodies were coming too fast. That the threat was not limited to one alley or one neighborhood. That the monsters were choosing sides. That anyone stuck between the monsters was just a thing to be put aside. To be put down. A few weeks. Before they called it a war.
What happened next, when it was just us...no one--no one but the insane know what happened next. But I have to tell you. You have to know, Cat. Because, then, you'll know me. Who I am. And then you can decide. If I'm worth your life, your love. If you can forgive me. If you can marry me.
We keep changing. Us. Over all these years. We're never the same.
Fine. Fine. Do it, then. Kill Gotham. But this city--it's just brick and concrete. It didn't free the Pirate. Or hurt those soldiers. And it damn well didn't murder your parents. The Pirate was here because I couldn't stop the chaos that bleeds this city. You hurt those soldiers because I told you to fly to them. And your parents...they were murdered because I couldn't save them! You want to kill Gotham?! For being weak! For being afraid! For failing again and again and again! I am Gotham. Kill me.
I've been on the very top. I've been as happy as a man can be. I've had the greatest joys. The greatest friends. I've had victories, and I've had... love. And then... something happens. You lose something or... someone or... and there it is again. I'm there again. Mother's tangled. Father's yelling. I'm ten and I'm on my damn knees. And I'm scared out of my damn mind.
Alfred. I was... I'm lost. I need to remember who I am.
I'm the World's Greatest Detective. I'll find out who hired you. And I will break them too. You can get your own damn help.
Tell me. Tell me who you are. Say the words. Shout them proudly. "I am Bane." Say it. So I can tell you... I'm Batman.
My name is Bruce Wayne. When I was ten years old, a man murdered my mother and my father in front of me. Before the police... when the sirens were... when I could only hear them. I... I held her--my mother's hand. It wasn't cold, but there was blood. On her hand. My father was a good man, but... I could never talk... he was very... formal. But I could always just talk to my mother. She was the only one. The only one. And now. Then. She was... there was blood on my hand. But I just started. I talked even with the blood. The sirens. I... talked. I talked to her. I had to. I... still have to.
Two sets of eyes are better than one. We can tackle this case together. Like the old days.
I want you to tell your master. Bane. Tell him, I wish, today, we could have... talked. But I just woke up, and I'm a little tired. So I'm going home. My home. In my city. But tomorrow... tomorrow, I'm coming back. With my army. And then you tell him, Harvey. Tell Bane. Tomorrow. We'll talk plenty.
Cat, I'm not fine. Everything's not fine. My world is dust... without you.
Gotham Girl. I'm sorry this happened to you. Psycho-Pirate infected you with fear. That monster at Blackgate transformed you into this creature. Red Robin. You. And your brother. You only wanted to help people. Help the city. I let it take Red Robin. Take your brother. I promise--It will not take you, too.
It's never done. There is no progress. Another year, another year. Yesterday becomes today as quickly today becomes yesterday. You will never stop. And neither will I.
You have a design for Gotham City, Master Bruce. Isn't it time the world saw it?
I've been thinking lately. About you and me. How you may be the only one who understands what I'm doing. Bane. He has something...something I want. Something I will take from him. To do it, I'll break the laws I need to break. I'll use the people I need to use. I will do whatever needs to be done. And I will never stop.
I've spent my career using my wealth and power to fight costumed madmen. And they keep coming back, over and over! I keep needing to make bigger and more frightening weapons just to keep you people down! You know who I am. You know how it started... in an alley with a mugger and a gun... and I changed to stop that... and the muggers changed too... You always come back with a bigger gun.
I'm tired of marking the night I watched my father bleed out from his sucking chest wound and my mother from a hole in her throat. It's not how they died that should be remembered, it's how they lived. That's why, from here on out, I'll be honoring their wedding anniversary and not their The Final Night on this planet.
I need your help, Frankenstein. To resurrect my son.
Don't think I didn't notice the restraint you just showed, Robin. Refusing to pound these fellows with the excessive force you wanted to is commendable.
If you cared about me and what I've lost, you'd want to dredge this up! Don't you see-- there's a chance you can help me erase one of the worst days of my life, Jason! You can give me the greatest gift of all and help me figure out how to bring my son back!
I'm tired of hearing about what our uniforms mean -- especially from someone who's pulled the bat symbol off! And it's not a uniform -- it's a shroud, damn it! A shroud that my son got impaled like a stuck pig in!
...I want this to be a completely new start. We've been broken long enough. From here on out--good or bad--the truth rules.
About time you showed up.
You don't beat death. You can postpone it -- hell -- we showed you might even cheat it. But make no mistake, Damian, you can never beat it.
If I'm going to be honest with you, Damian, I'll need to be honest with myself. It's not just the upbringing that your mother forced on you that made you who you are... I'm also to blame.
Listen to me. Something is growing in Gotham. And it's happening in the daytime. It has to do with kids like you, kids with abilities. The truth is, I need help. I need someone who knows this city, but sees it in his own way--a different kind of hero to help me. A daytime protector.
And one more thing: Keep Flamebird out of the Weeping Woman case until you know what you're dealing with. Murdered sidekicks tend to come back from the dead. As super-villains.
Don't apologize, kid: I like it. And you're right. Power untempered by compassion is a dangerous thing. I think you've got potential after all, Beetle. Tell Kord I'll be watching. And tell him--to teach you how to throw a decent punch.
This anti-vigilante sentiment seems to be gaining momentum... and to get to the root of this, I may need to switch tactics and give Batman a rest...
... All roads lead to Barbatos ... and now the world will sink ... into darkness ...
I don't fear you, Slade...I pity you. Only your narcissism gives you the "moral" high ground. I pity your children. Your ex-wife. I pity anyone who's ever loved you. We're not here because of my obsession--but because of yours. You came to me.
His life was a complete mystery to me. And it was so early in my career I didn't follow up. I'm betting this is a copycat, but not someone with a Gotham connection. Good news, Alfred. We're going to Europe after all.
I miss him. Every second of every day. But I have to face that he's gone. And I have to honor his life's work.
Astrid Arkham came close to doing some permanent damage all because of a lie. Another lost soul who thought she was a hero instead of a villain.
These are Wayne children. They're my responsibility. My children I've failed them.
It's always the same... whether it's religion... politics... money... it's an excuse for bad people to do bad things. Hopefully that's all that is... and not a sign of something wicked this way comes.
I don't need to punish you, Harvey... Canopy close. ...You've already got that job covered.
This aberration is over, Jacob. I promise you that.
Jacob Kane needed an enemy to fight his war--so he made one out of a myth.
I remember now. I remember all of them. They were all caught in the crossfire. None of them were the intended targets of the attacks. I was.
Zatanna, I've faced things the teenage boy you knew could never have imagined. Horrors beyond nightmare. Beyond comprehension. But the only thing that's ever threatened to tear me apart, from the inside out, is the knowledge that I could have saved somebody if I took just one more step. Whatever is brewing, the target is firmly planted on the people I care about most in the world. I've already lost one of them. Please Zatanna. I need to do this.
Batgirl was right. And the Tim Drake I've known and trained for years would see that. Instead, all I hear in your voice is desperation. Fear. Echoes of Mr. Oz's prison. Echoes of that twisted future version of yourself. I never should have let you join back up so soon. I should have gotten you help.
The Signal just went up. We'll have to table this conversation for another time. The future can wait a little longer. Send a message to Jim. Tell him I'm coming. Tell him everything's going to be all right.
I know Gotham will never be perfect. I will never be perfect. But that doesn't mean I can't fight toward the light.
It's clear our tourist in Gotham will use all of them to hurt me. That can't happen. I will uncover Karma's identity, and I will stop him. Until then, all of them stand down--and they will follow your lead, however you choose to lead them.
I should have anticipated this. Too distracted. Too comfortable. The anger I have is just fear in disguise. And I'm afraid he's right.
Hindsight has shown me... if Harvey does ever reemerge, Two-Face always has a way of coming back all too soon afterward.
Kobra has another drug. A new creation from their labs, and in its own way even worse than anthrax. It's some sort of specific mind-controlling agent. And if we don't stop them from releasing it into the water... all of Gotham will become followers of Kobra.
Found out a long time ago... what makes me tick, Strange.
Three people were murdered that night outside the Monarch Theater. But one was reborn. Baptized in his own blood.
Hugh Marder, their president, a man I actually like, has been working feverishly to develop technology that'll aid in the development of cancer drugs. I trusted he was working on the technology he so enthusiastically put all his weight behind. But this...
I want to take down Cobblepot right, and that requires patience and forethought. So no trouble tonight... but a whole lot of fireworks.
"Look into their smiles," Bullock insisted. And I do. And everything clicks into place.
Everyone outside of Arkham, everyone in Gotham, is under the influence of a mass delusion. Imagining themselves in some sort of perfect world. When, in fact, the opposite was the case. The warning signs were there. But I chose to ignore them. Right until it was almost too late.
No doubt you can shovel it, Detective. But let me give you a friendly piece of advice... Push aside that ample gut of yours... and follow the evidence.
You must be him. Adrian Veidt. I've read all about you.
Ignore your mentor. Do what you do best. Be you, Robin.
I was wrong, Quinn. And not just about the murder. The old Harley Quinn would never have risked imprisonment to comfort a mother. And her son. Maybe you have changed.
Someone was being treated here. By Sanctuary. Along with a lot of other... heroes. And that someone killed Sanctuary. And a lot of other heroes. So it just... it means what we already know it means. What it always means... our hope for... redemption... is now just another hunt for vengeance.
You're no different from those in Arkham, Luthor. You don't have a colorful costume or carry a deck of cards. You don't wear your psychosis on your sleeve like they do... But that's what makes you more dangerous. You can hide among us.
My name is Bruce Wayne. When I was ten, my parents were murdered in front of my eyes. I've spent my life training to fight the same kind of criminals that took their lives. But this is different. This isn't about me. This is bigger than I am. And it's bigger than you are.
It's worse than you know, and we need help. It's a job for Superman. For you. We need the impossible. We need you to go to the center of the Earth.
One more thing--as per our charter, I have the right to select our new interim chairman. I choose him.
You were right. We all deserve that chance. A fresh start... even me. Everyone can be a hero. This team, this place, will give them that.
Frost once asked me what this place was. My answer? The future. It's why I started this team. Batbatos, Tsaritsa...I knew the worst was coming. People would doubt my image, doubt their icons. They'd want to turn on each other. I needed to send a message of hope...of fighting together. You were that message, and you surpassed my expectations. You don't need me to unite people. That's good. Because the future still looms.... I have a Justice League case to close, personally. One final mission...one world left to save.
As I suspected, she's a willing partner. She wasn't coerced or forced into it.
You're doing good work out here. Even if the white isn't very subtle.
Gotham City. Do not be afraid. This is a prerecorded message. You know who I am. As we speak, my team and I are doing everything we can to protect you. But Gotham City is not safe. To ensure that you are, follow the GCPD to a selected evacuation site. Stay strong. Stay calm. Trust me, as you have before. I promise each and every one of you. This night will end. And when it does...you will be there to meet the morning.
Dick. I didn't fall. I jumped. I jumped because I knew you'd catch me.
No more jokes, Jason. No more excuses. No more Red Hood!
I didn't ask you to be Robin because I wanted someone perfect. I wanted someone who can do their best. Who can learn from their mistakes. Someone who makes me a better person just by being with them. So tell me... is that you, Jason?
You're a father. And that means one thing... You don't... get to be a bad guy anymore. Be better.
I don't want to be jealous of him. Of them. And most of them time, I'm not. Almost all the time, I'm not, Diana, that's the truth. But sometimes... times like this... I wonder what it would be like to have what he has. Family. Home. To live with nothing to hide.
But there's a difference between you and me. Between you and everyone. We're who we are. And you're Superman.
But there's a difference between you and me. Between you and everyone. We're who we are. And you're Superman.
...You're the best of us. Serving by your side's been my honor.
...Because I love you, Damian. And you're right. I have failed. I failed you.
That may be. But you know who's a bigger joke than the worst Batman? The Batman he beats. Heh.'
The most human man I know whose powers will always set him apart as alien, driven by those he couldn't save. A goddess of peace atone in a world of constant war. Forever cursed to lose an unwinnable battle. They're the best, most giving people I've ever known and they're both willing to die to keep your demon in check. That's your sacrifice.
I'm warning you for the last time. Release my friends.
Nothing new in a thirteen-year-old-boy pushing his father away with one hand... and reaching out to keep the relationship alive with the other... I should know. I did the same thing to Alfred back in the day.
The very first file we programmed into you was not a villain, was it? It was us. Your base was programmed on Superman and me. That is why you took on a form that looked like us. That's why you're different... because at your core, you hold both light and dark. You factor in hope and vengeance. The best of both of us.
Pictures. All of Alfred. I've been blind to how much Damian's suffering after his murder. Alfred was as much a father to him as I was... possibly even more. Maybe there is a chance for Damian to put the R on again... get my son... back!
I have no interest in not caring about people. I have no interest in giving up the mission I started when I was eight years old. You're sick. There's a part of you that's broken and you're angry that it's not broken in me.
Two families. Two friends. Two tragedies. Two young lives and many more destroyed. Two lifelong enemies. Too late to change a damn thing.
His whole planet was destroyed. He's the last of a holocaust. He grew up in the dirt. Finding out slowly how different he was. A stranger discovering every day how strange he was. He has the power to tear the world apart. And he could. With a pinkie. It's not his world. We're not his people. We should be ants to him. Imagine that. Always being on the outside. The pain that would come from always being on the outside. And yet, he took that pain and became the symbol of hope.
Gotham's wealthy, or wealthier elite. Professionals. Highly educated. Almost none of the violence that's currently plaguing the city has landed at their front door. To them, it's a story. Something smaller than reality. Candlelight as opposed to a fire.
It's clever, Oracle. It's a fear attack that doesn't need a toxin. The tension in this city is high enough that he can get people panicking in the streets with a straw man. But panic isn't going to be to be the purpose, and in of itself. What is Dr. Crane trying to accomplish with this? What is this trying to say?
She feels it too. We don't just know each other. We've fought together before. And well. We don't remember, but our coordination is flawless. Are we partners? Colleagues? Friends? Lovers?
I could see it in his eyes the moment we met. It was like looking in a mirror. Ever since his mother brought him to me... it was clear to me was going to be a handful. Calling him entitled would be an understatement. To the role of Robin. To taking life. And he never questioned that he'd one day be Batman. He's as strong as he is stubborn. And there is no doubt in my mind that Damian can take care of himself.
You're alive. In the here and now. I know this. Like magic -- with a curse -- you're alive. I don't need to be here again, in the past. I've learned my lessons. The guilt doesn't help me. It doesn't have a hold on me anymore. You're alive, Jason. And intend to keep it that way.
From your birth into this world, fate has been pitiless to you. You were born to a world of suffering. Though you're capable of almost any evil, Bane. You'd never damn another innocent to a destiny like your own.
Each of these Bruce Waynes lived a different life. The last one was married, had children. This one... was Mayor.
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