So the rumors were true... Mister Wayne has lost his mind!
I didn't set a trap for you! I don't want to fight you! They're wearing you down! You're exhausted! Half-mad! You're barely thinking anymore! I can wait! I'll destroy you when you're at you're best! I won't be satisfied with anything less!
My answer is simple. He can't kill Batman because he's a fraud. You see, I solve puzzles. And what's a bigger puzzle than the Joker? So I solved him. Everyone projects such tragedy on you. Guessing at your start. Your cruel father. Your poor wife. Your dead child. What terrible something made you white and green and mad. But we both know that's a little bluff, isn't it? There's no pain in you, no suffering. Not really. Not yet. No, no, this, you...this--it's all an act. You're not white and green and mad. You're just white and green. You laugh. And you kill. You joke. You say whatever. I get it. But under that façade of yours, you're just a plain, normal man. There's no father, wife, kid, insanity. There's just average, boring you.
Freed from restraints, Deathstroke would kill everyone in this room. And then grab a Pepsi. Evil is within us all, Mr. Chairman--evil is the natural state of mankind. Absent the morality of church and state--we'd all strangle Girl Scouts with barbed wire for giggles. Defiance--Deathstroke's kiddie hero glee club--is just a passing phase. Unsustainable. A brain fart. I say, slap his wrists and send him on his way!
I've watched you from afar for a long time, Flash. I studied your speed. Your power. And it is impressive. So many have tried to defeat you. One after another, they all failed. I couldn't help but wonder - is it possible? Can Flash be stopped? I couldn't help but try. See, I do love a good riddle.
You all have wondered, is Flash a hero? A menace? Well, your lives are in his hands. Today, you get your answer.
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