[The Joker's wrong there: this Batman cares too much. He cares about the people that scum like this clown terrorize and take for granted, even if they might be the very same people that fear him currently, or would have terrorized him if he were still human. It's the part of him that's remained stubbornly human even as he's embraced the monster within.
As he once told the robot he believed to be his friend Tina: the skin is cold, but the heart's still warm.
He could let the hunger take hold of him, feast indiscriminately. It's what most people expect him to do. But then he'd have no right to the current life that he's carved out for himself in the dark greys of morality. He could never look at Hernan again; not that Hernan was here. He couldn't look at Apollo, or Abigail, or Ben, or Jane.
No, he might have fallen, but he hasn't sunk that low. And he never would.]
If your dying wish is to believe that I don't care then fine. I don't.
[That was supposed to be the final word on the matter. He'd played with his food long enough, and both man and monster were both getting restless. This sack of trash had been breathing for far too long. But then the way The Joker manages to hiss out his last question, like it was the most important thing in the world, he couldn't help but indulge one final request.]
I had one hell of a bad day. Now say goodnight, Gracie.
[The time for questions is over. The time for talking is over. He bares his fangs a final time and this time digs them promptly into his prey's jugular, expertly puncturing them for maximum drainage, but minimal spillage.
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As he once told the robot he believed to be his friend Tina: the skin is cold, but the heart's still warm.
He could let the hunger take hold of him, feast indiscriminately. It's what most people expect him to do. But then he'd have no right to the current life that he's carved out for himself in the dark greys of morality. He could never look at Hernan again; not that Hernan was here. He couldn't look at Apollo, or Abigail, or Ben, or Jane.
No, he might have fallen, but he hasn't sunk that low. And he never would.]
If your dying wish is to believe that I don't care then fine. I don't.
[That was supposed to be the final word on the matter. He'd played with his food long enough, and both man and monster were both getting restless. This sack of trash had been breathing for far too long. But then the way The Joker manages to hiss out his last question, like it was the most important thing in the world, he couldn't help but indulge one final request.]
I had one hell of a bad day. Now say goodnight, Gracie.
[The time for questions is over. The time for talking is over. He bares his fangs a final time and this time digs them promptly into his prey's jugular, expertly puncturing them for maximum drainage, but minimal spillage.
The time for this clown to be breathing is over.]