Forget and forgive. What a load of sentimental bull, biggest I've ever heard. Count that in with the magic words we all undeniably hope for, then, press it all together and it sums up life. The ridicule that it is.
This is not my first time down this lane. A mad eco-terrorist thought to do the Batman a favor for his own faults and brought me back to life. No, thank you. Don't expect any gratitude on my account.
The nightmares won't stop, they came back with me. From underground suffocation to clawing myself out of my own grave, like a blood-deprived animal, nothing changes.
Now, if we must name Insanity…The Joker isn't the ultimate madman in this sewed up tragedy. He beat me, broke the last remainders of the boy there ever was in me, yes…
But he never claimed to love me. No, the deranged monster in this story is him, The Batman. Bruce.