"I'm, you know, " I pause to lick my lips, dramatic effect of course.
"--fond of the common people. Their troubles are my troubles..." (With a giggle I tactfully edit, even if I'm the trouble.)
"...and I just like to, ah, well...alleviate some of the burden from..."my people"..." I think of what else I alleviate through my suggestionable means, not excluding limbs and/or organs.
"I feel a, a responsibility, to...enlighten the city. To...save them. From themselves. The only way to do that is to get them to see the funny side of life. To get Gotham's citizens smiling again, but...they're just so stubborn, always...always stuck on the small things. This is why I do what I do." Anxious now, I run a gloved finger over the razor edge of a blade in my pocket, I'm just so antsy.
"Fear. Fear is a...good motivator...and if Gotham wants change, well..." I smile a little wider now, (I was a little sloppier than usual this morning, there's red on my teeth), but I don't care, my point is about to hit home.
"They've got to face that fear."
Finally!
I imagine the fire, from the explosives I've set up (this city will light up like the fourth of july!) and I feel complete.
Everything's gotta burn. You wanted change Gotham...what you're gonna get is a revolution.