Terry McGinnis: It's funny, I know about all your other major enemies but you never mentioned him. He was the biggest, wasn't he?
Bruce Wayne: It wasn't a popularity contest. He was a psychopath, a monster.
Bruce Wayne: It wasn't a popularity contest. He was a psychopath, a monster.
Terry McGinnis: What can you tell me about clowns?
Barbara Gordon: In this town, they're never funny.
Barbara Gordon: In this town, they're never funny.
The Joker: What's the matter, Batman? No witty comeback? No threat? Then I'll provide the narration. I'll begin with how I peeled back the layers of the boy's mind. Oh, he bravely tried to fight it at first. You would've been proud to see him so strong. But all too soon, the serums and the shocks took their toll, and the dear lad began to share such secrets with me; secrets that are mine alone to know... Bruce. It's true, Batsy! I know everything. And kind of like the kid who peeks at his Christmas presents, I must admit: it's sadly anticlimactic. Behind all the Sturm-and-Batarangs, you're just a little boy in a playsuit crying for mommy and daddy! It'd be funny if it weren't so pathetic. (contemplative Beat) Oh, what the heck, I'll laugh anyway! HAA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-Haaa-!
The Joker: You know kids, a lot has changed while your old uncle Joker’s been away. New Gotham. New Rules. Even a new Batman. But now I'm tanned, I'm rested, and I'm ready to give this old town a wedgie again!
The Joker: You've lost, Batman. Robin is mine. The last sound you'll hear will be our laughter.
(Tosses the gun to Tim.)
Here you go, sonny boy.
Make Daddy proud. Deliver the punchline.
or
Make him one of us.
The Joker: That’s not funny. That’s not...*croak*.
