"You now, they tried to stop me in Gotham as well," Jonathan said, staring at her. "Locked me in the real life version of Arkham, a hell like no other...and I still went out and tortured people. I'm insane, Beauty, it's a compulsion and it won't be stopped simply because I desire it."
He stood, looking down into her eyes. "Be grateful that I am allowing you to leave here alive for a second time and not slaughtering you where you stand. Very few people are given that gift."
With that, he collapsed back into his seat, his legs giving way. He clutched at the desk for a moment, the room spinning.