Your anger gives you great power. But if you Iet it, it will destroy you as it almost did me.

If you’re good at something, never do it for free.

It will be extremely painful… for you

No gun? I’m insulted.

You fight like a younger man, there’s nothing held back. It’s admirable, but mistaken.

I’m not wearing hockey pads.

Master Wayne, you’ve been gone a long time. You look very fashionable. Apart from the mud.

Take a look, his speed, his ferocity, his training. I see the power of belief. I see the League of Shadows resurgent.

Or perhaps he’s wondering why someone would shoot a man before throwing him out of the plane.

It means you’re hatred, and it also means losing someone, who I’ve cared for since I first heard his cries echoing through this house. But it might also mean saving your life. And that is more important.

I’m here to ensure the League of Shadow fulfills its duty to restore balance to civilization. You yourself fought the decadence of Gotham for years with all your strength, all your resources, all your moral authority. And the only victory you achieved was a lie. Now, you understand? Gotham is beyond saving and must be allowed to die.

What if, before she died, she wrote a letter saying she chose Harvey Dent over you? And what if, to spare you pain, I burnt that letter?

I seek the means to fight injustice. To turn fear against those who prey on the fearful.

Gotham’s time has come.