-You've changed things... forever. There's no going back. You see, to them, you're just a freak... like me!
-What do we got?
-Nothing. No name, no other alias. Clothing is... custom. Nothing in his pockets but knives and lint.
-Evening, Commissioner...
-Why... so... serious?
-Where is he?
-People are dying. What would you have me do?
-Endure. You can be the outcast. You can make the choice that no one else will face - the right choice. Gotham needs you.
-Ooh, a little fight in you. I like that.
-Then you're going to love me.
-Now that's more like it, Mr. Wayne.
-It's all... part of the plan.
-Come on, hit me!
-Let's put a smile on that face!