do you ever just look at little kids and think
“damn, you’re gonna be one fine as fuck piece of ass in ten years”
Do you ever look at internet posts and think
"Damn, you’d better be behind bars for the next ten years, or preferably for the rest of your f**king life"
"fight like a girl" is meant to imply weakness, but some girls don’t play nice.
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Remember when you left Gotham? Before all this, before Batman? You were gone seven years. Seven years I waited, hoping that you wouldn’t come back. Every year, I took a holiday. I went to Florence, there’s this cafe, on the banks of the Arno. Every fine evening, I’d sit there and order a Fernet Branca. I had this fantasy, that I would look across the tables and I’d see you there, with a wife and maybe a couple of kids. You wouldn’t say anything to me, nor me to you. But we’d both know that you’d made it, that you were happy. I never wanted you to come back to Gotham. I always knew there was nothing here for you, except pain and tragedy. And I wanted something more for you than that. I still do.