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How dare you use Rachel to stop me?” he growled. “I’m using the truth, Master Bruce. Maybe it’s time we all stopped trying to outsmart the truth, and just let it have its day.

My mother warned me about getting into cars with strange men.” “This isn’t a car,” he pointed out.

You have a practiced apathy, Mr. Wayne. But a man who doesn’t care about the world doesn’t spend half his fortune on a plan to save it – and isn’t so wounded when it fails that he goes into hiding.

Maybe you’ve got the patience to work out some complicated, long-term, ironic way to get back at the people who’ve wronged you, but that’s you.

You can fail as Bruce Wayne,” he said. “As Batman, you can’t afford to.” “Is that what you’re afraid of?” Bruce asked indignantly. “That if I go back out there, I’ll fail?” “No,” Alfred said. “I’m afraid you want to.

But once you’ve done what you had to, they’ll never let you do what you want to.

There is a prison,” Alfred began grimly, “in a more ancient part of the world. A pit where men are thrown to suffer and die. But sometimes a man rises from that darkness. Sometimes the pit sends something back.

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