Oh, look Batman. The Dark Knight but yet hero to the people. You are nothing more then the people you bring to your asylum's. Trapped yourself behind a mask a became something more. Feel's good doesn't it? So why waste it helping, would the people do the same in the table's were turned? So tell me why still after all the year's you still do this? Are you Insane? Orr just needy? -crosses arm's over his chest with a slight laugh-
Not against you, But maybe my men can provide a distraction for you? Till next time Batman His hand waved on. Sending in a platoon of men disguised with black masks. With weapons in hands, such as crow bars blocking the dark
night's path. They gawked at the armored man before them while the sharply dressed man made with his get away, flicking the half used cigar to the side into a near by puddle.
Damping the flame putting it to rest. Making his way into a near by get away car, the driver twisted up the key while Batman began beating his men senseless.