[white noise--wind, somewhere high up--and footsteps ... someone pacing]All right, "Batman." It this is real, then why don't you come out?
[it's Jason, no doubt of that, but he sounds wrong, unsteady, frantic beneath a thin veneer of calm] Explain to me why
none of you can kill the Joker, but it's okay to lock his murder victims up in the cell next door so he can tell them every Goddamn day how much
fun it was to beat them to death and then blow them up. How does that make you a hero? How does that make
any of you heroes? You're so much fucking better than me because you don't use guns? Gimme a break. At least when I put down a murdering pig, they
stay down.
[voice breaking] He tortured me, and then he
took me from you, and you just turned around and replaced your broken toy soldier with the next model up.
[clears his throat, steadies himself]So let's hear it, Batman. Let's hear how you're the savior of Gotham, and I'm just a mistake. Meet me on the roofs. You know how to find me.