History Quotes / TheBatman2022

'''The Riddler''': You'll see. Say hello to my followers. We're live. They're here to watch our little trial. At the moment, the man across from you, Mr. Colson is dead. Fuck, but wait a minute--\\

''(Just as Eddie says "BOOM", One of the vans explodes, obliterating a second of the wall, causing a torrent of baywater to come flushing in, And then another explosion, and then another, and another, all while Edward in his cell watches gleefully, excitedly mouthing "Boom!" as it pans a shot of the city with 6 huge pillars of fire illuminating the night)''\\

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'''The Riddler''': ''(enraged)'' '''''[[SuddenlyShouting SHUT UP]]!!!''''' ''YOU DESERVE TO BE DEAD AFTER what you did, YOU--'' '''''YOU HEEEEAR MEEEE!?'''''\\

'''Edward''': "Want?" If you only knew how long I've been waiting for this day. For this moment. I've been invisible my whole life. I guess I won't be anymore, will I? They'll remember me now. They'll remember ''both'' of us. Bruce...Wayne. Bruuuuuuce...Wayyyne. You know, I was there that day. The day the great Thomas Wayne announced he was running for mayor, made all those promises. Well, a week later he was dead and everybody just forgot about us. All they could talk about was poor Bruce Wayne. Bruce Wayne, the "orphan". ''Orphan''. Living in some tower over the park isn't being an orphan. Looking ''down'' on everyone, with all that ''money''...don't you tell me. Do you know what being an orphan is? It's thirty kids to a room. Twelve years old and already a drophead, numbing the pain. You wake up screaming with rats chewing your fingers. And every winter, one of the babies dies because it's ''so. Cold.'' But ooooh no. Let's talk about the poor little billionaire with the lying dead bastard daddy because all that money makes it go down easy, doesn't it? '''''Bruce. Wayne.''''' [[WhamLine ...He's the only one we didn't get]]. But we got the rest of them, didn't we? All those slick, sleazy, phony pricks? God, look at you. Your mask is amazing. I wish you could've seen me in mine. Ain't it funny? All everyone wants to do is unmask you, but they're all missing the point [[SecretIdentityApathy You and I both know I'm looking at the ''real you'' right now.]] My mask allowed me to be myself completely, no shame, no limits.\\

'''Edward''': "Want?" If you only knew how long I've been waiting for this day. For this moment. I've been invisible my whole life. I guess I won't be anymore, will I? They'll remember me now. They'll remember ''both'' of us. Bruce...Wayne. Bruuuuuuce...Wayyyne. You know, I was there that day. The day the great Thomas Wayne announced he was running for mayor, made all those promises. Well, a week later he was dead and everybody just forgot about us. Martha were shot dead like Old Yeller in that alleyway, and everybody just up and forgot about us. All they could talk about was poor Bruce Wayne. Bruce Wayne, the "orphan". ''Orphan''. Y'know, living in a great big tower over the carpark, left with the comforts of home, left with a butler, left with stack and stack and stack of mommy and daddy's money does NOT. AN ORPHAN. MAKE! Don't you tell me it does. Do you know what being an orphan is? An orphan is 30 kids to a room. A room with molded floorboards, rotten walls, and a drenched, crumbling ceiling that just drip drip drops. An orphan is eating moldy bread and spoiled canned goods and drinking water that may or may not have pee and rust in it. An ''orphan'' is being 12 years old and already a drophead, anything to numb that pain. An ''ORPHAN'' is waking up screaming with rats chewing your fingers and nose, shivering, wet, coming down with hypothermia. And every winter, one of the babies dies because it's ''so. DAMN. COLD.'' But ooooh no, let's talk about the poor little billionaire with the lying dead bastard daddy because all that money makes it go down easy, doesn't it. Like a nice warm cup of hot cocoa before you go to bed. Not that I knew what ''that'' was like. '''''Bruce. Wayne.''''' Damn shame, y'know? [[WhamLine ...He's the only one we didn't get]]. But we got the rest of them, didn't we? All those slick, sleazy, phony pricks? God, look at you. You're incredible. Your mask? TERRIFYING!! If only you could've seen me in mine. Ain't it funny? All everyone wants to do is unmask you, Solve that grand mystery: Who is The Batman? But they're all missing the point, like always. [[SecretIdentityApathy You and I both know I'm looking at the ''real you'' right now.]] My mask allowed me to be myself completely, no shame, no limits.\\

'''Batman:''' All those cards, all those letters?\\

'''Edward:''' We ''did''! What did we just do? I asked you to bring Falcone into the light and you did, you got him out in the open and I put one through his neck. No more rat with wings perched on high. We were such a good team.\\

'''Edward:''' I could've never done it myself, he was too well protected and the Iceberg Lounge. [[NonActionBigBad I'm not like you in that regard, I'm not physical]]. [[TheChessmaster My strength is up here]].\\

'''The Riddler:''' (jovially, in his normal voice) ''Hey guys. First off, uh, thanks for all your comments, your support, oh and special thanks for those tips on, uh, detonators.''\\

'''The Riddler:''' ''Just wanna say, this'll probably be my last post for a little while, and uh, your company, your understanding, this community as a whole, has meant the world to me. Really has. All these weeks, all these months. All this meticulous planning.'' (voice breaking) ''I guess none of us are alone anymore, huh? Well, tomorrow's Election Day, and Bella Reál's gonna win. And you see, she's promised us "real change". But of course, we know it's just another scoop of empty platitudes, right? The same false promises Thomas Wayne, Don Mitchell, Commissioner Savage, and district attorney Gil Coulson all pushed at us in a rusty tray, soggy and flavorless. We've already seen the truth, me me and my posse. This goes out to the rest of you watching. That's right, people of Gotham. Our home's true face is one of perversion. Of corruption. Of apathy. Masquerading under the guise of "Renewal". But unmasking and confession, well, it's just not enough. Gotham's day of judgment, our day of judgment, as cliché as it sounds, it's finally here. But more than judgment, it's a day of retribution. I parked seven vans across the city seawall. And when the night of the party gets here, y'all'd better get in your trunks and bikinis, cuz we're all going for a big swim! CUZ they're all going '''BOOM!'''.''\\
(Just as Eddie says "BOOM", One of the vans explodes, obliterating a second of the wall, causing a torrent of baywater to come flushing in, And then another explosion, and then another, and another, all while Edward in his cell watches gleefully, excitedly mouthing "Boom!" as it pans a shot of the city with 6 huge pillars of fire illuminating the night)\\
'''The Riddler:''' ''And after the big boom, the flood'll come so fast, evacuation won't even be an option. And those who don't get washed away, you'll all race through the streets in terror. And as breaking news hits higher ground in Gotham Square Garden, celebration'll turn to panic as the venue becomes the city's shelter of last resort. And THAT'S...where all of YOU come in, boys! Sorry to say, though, I won't be joining the fun. I'll already be unmasked, the pigs'll have me in custody, but that's of no consequence. Because you'll all have your turn. Be there and wait for game time. Altogether now, [[ArcWords No More Lies]]. False promises? Renewal? '''CHANGE!?''' WE'LL GIVE 'EM THEIR '''CHANGE''', ALRIGHT! WE'LL GIVE 'EM A '''"REAL CHANGE"''' NOW! We spent too long hum drumming in this shithole city. '''ENDLESS PAIN! ENDLESS TORMENT!''' Wondering "WHY US!?" Well, now, in their final moments, everyone else'll think "WHY THEM!?"''

'''Edward''': "Want?" ..if only you knew... how long I waited for this moment. Little ol' me, who's been invisible my whole life. Guess I won't be anymore, will I? They'll remember me now. No, they'll remember ''both'' of us, won't they? Bruce... Wayyyne... Bruuuuuuce... Wayyyne... You know, I was there that day. The day the great Thomas Wayne announced he was running for mayor, made all those promises. Well, til a week later, that fateful day when he and poor Martha were shot dead like Old Yeller in that alleyway, and everybody just up and forgot about us. All they could talk about was poor Bruce Wayne. Bruce Wayne, the "orphan". ''Orphan''. Y'know, living in a great big tower over the carpark, left with the comforts of home, left with a butler, left with stack and stack and stack of mommy and daddy's money does NOT. AN ORPHAN. MAKE! Don't you tell me it does. Do you know what being an orphan is? An orphan is 30 kids to a room. A room with molded floorboards, rotten walls, and a drenched, crumbling ceiling that just drip drip drops. An orphan is eating moldy bread and spoiled canned goods and drinking water that may or may not have pee and rust in it. An ''orphan'' is being 12 years old and already a drophead, anything to numb that pain. An ''ORPHAN'' is waking up screaming with rats chewing your fingers and nose, shivering, wet, coming down with hypothermia. And every winter, one of the babies dies because it's ''so. DAMN. COLD.'' But ooooh no, let's talk about the poor little billionaire with the lying dead bastard daddy because all that money makes it go down easy, doesn't it. Like a nice warm cup of hot cocoa before you go to bed. Not that I knew what ''that'' was like. '''''Bruce. Wayne.''''' Damn shame, y'know? [[WhamLine ...He's the only one we didn't get]]. But we got the rest of them, didn't we? All those slick, sleazy, phony pricks? God, look at you. You're incredible. Your mask? TERRIFYING!! If only you could've seen me in mine. Ain't it funny? All everyone wants to do is unmask you, Solve that grand mystery: Who is The Batman? But they're all missing the point, like always. [[SecretIdentityApathy You and I both know I'm looking at the ''real you'' right now.]] My mask allowed me to be myself completely, no shame, no limits.\\

->'''Edward'': I told you I'd see you in hell.\\

->'''Edward Nashton, an unmasked Riddler''': I told you I'd see you in hell, right?\\
'''The Batman:''' ''(quietly, almost nervous)'' What do you want from me?\\
'''Edward''': If...if only you knew... how long I waited for this moment. Little ol' me, who's been invisible my whole life. Guess I won't be anymore, will I? They'll remember me now. No, they'll remember ''both'' of us, won't they? Bruce... Wayyyne... Bruuuuuuce... Wayyyne... You know, I was there that day. The day the great Thomas Wayne announced he was running for mayor, made all those promises. Well, til a week later, that fateful day when he and poor Martha were shot dead like Old Yeller in that alleyway, and everybody just up and forgot about us. All they could talk about was poor Bruce Wayne. Bruce Wayne, the "orphan". ''Orphan''. Y'know, living in a great big tower over the carpark, left with the comforts of home, left with a butler, left with stack and stack and stack of mommy and daddy's money does NOT. AN ORPHAN. MAKE! Don't you tell me it does. Do you know what being an orphan is? An orphan is 30 kids to a room. A room with molded floorboards, rotten walls, and a drenched, crumbling ceiling that just drip drip drops. An orphan is eating moldy bread and spoiled canned goods and drinking water that may or may not have pee and rust in it. An ''orphan'' is being 12 years old and already a drophead, anything to numb that pain. An ''ORPHAN'' is waking up screaming with rats chewing your fingers and nose, shivering, wet, coming down with hypothermia. And every winter, one of the babies dies because it's ''so. DAMN. COLD.'' But ooooh no, let's talk about the poor little billionaire with the lying dead bastard daddy because all that money makes it go down easy, doesn't it. Like a nice warm cup of hot cocoa before you go to bed. Not that I knew what ''that'' was like. '''''Bruce. Wayne.''''' Damn shame, y'know? [[WhamLine ...He's the only one we didn't get]]. But we got the rest of them, didn't we? All those slick, sleazy, phony pricks? God, look at you. You're incredible. Your mask? TERRIFYING!! If only you could've seen me in mine. Ain't it funny? All everyone wants to do is unmask you, Solve that grand mystery: Who is The Batman? But they're all missing the point, like always. [[SecretIdentityApathy You and I both know I'm looking at the ''real you'' right now.]] My mask allowed me to be myself completely, no shame, no limits.\\

'''The Riddler''': (nervous sounding laughter) I'm giving you a chance. No one ever gave me a chance. Now, ever since I was a child, I've always loved little puzzles. For me they are a retreat from the horrors of our world. Maybe they can bring some comfort to you too, Mr. Colson.

'''Batman:''' ''[After having beaten the stuffing out of him]'' I'm vengeance.

->''(Batman is just arrived on the scene at the coliseum where mayor Mitchell's funeral was being held, approaching a gagged and bomb-tagged Gil Coulson, answering the phone duct taped to his hand that's been ringing the whole time, and on the screen the Riddler comes into view)''\\
'''The Riddler''': ''You came.''\\

'''The Riddler''': ''Oh, lil' ol me? Nobody. But I've come to fancy myself a symbol lately. A cipher. An enigma. A question and answer at the same time. At the top of the list, first and foremost, an instrument of change. Trying to pop the grimy festering zit of the ugly pus-ey truth about this drenched smoggy shitpit of a city we all call home.''\\
'''The Batman''': Why not unmask, tell me who you are?\\
'''The Riddler''': ''Sure, let's do it together, why don't we? God, all this time I've spent trying to reach you, and finally here you are. I bet it never even occurred to you, did it?''\\
'''The Batman''': What did?\\
'''The Riddler''': ''What else, my dreary friend? You're part of this too, my little game. Maybe even the biggest player.''\\
'''The Batman''': And how's that? How am I part of this?\\
'''The Riddler''': ''You'll just have to see... First things first, lemme take some time to introduce you to my followers, my own jury, we're live after all. They'll be tuning in with us during our little trial tonight, of the accused with the bomb shackled around his neck across from you, our very own district attorney, Mr. Coulson. He--is dead! Wait, fuck, hold on, messed th--''\\
'''Gil Coulson:''' Jesus Christ, can we get somebody out here to cut this damn thing off of me before this psycho kills me!?\\
'''The Riddler''': ''(enraged)'' '''''[[SuddenlyShouting SHUT UP]]!!!''''' ''YOU DESERVE TO BE DEAD AFTER ALL THE SHIT YOU'VE DONE, YOU--'' '''''YOU HEEEEAR MEEEE!!??'''''\\
'''Gil Coulson''': ''(meekly)'' O--okay...\\
'''The Riddler''': (nervous sounding laughter) ''That's better... I'd be a little more courteous here, Gil, if I were you. After all, I AM giving you a chance here, to confess your sins. A chance no one else gave me. See if the court finds you guilty or innocent, See if you're fit to retain your life. Something you're all too familiar with right? Persecution, your job, so you should know it very well. See, as a boy, I've always loved puzzles, riddles. For me they've always been a retreat from the horrific realities of home sweet hellhole Gotham City. Maybe they can provide some of that comfort to you, Gil. Simple little game, three riddles in two minutes, you just gimme the right answers, I give you the code to the lock of the bomb, easy peasy, do ya understand?''\\

'''The Riddler:''' ''Just wanna say, this'll probably be my last post for a little while, and uh, your company, your understanding, this community as a whole, has meant the world to me. Really has. All these weeks, all these months. All this meticulous planning.'' (voice breaking) ''I guess none of us are alone anymore, huh? Well, tomorrow's Election Day, and Bella Reál's gonna win. And you see, she's promised us "real change". But of course, we know it's just another scoop of empty platitudes, right? All the same horseshit vote-bait Thomas Wayne, Don Mitchell, Commissioner Savage, and district attorney Gil Coulson all pushed at us in a rusty tray, soggy and flavorless. We've already seen the truth, me me and my posse. This goes out to the rest of you watching. That's right, people of Gotham. Our home's true face is one of perversion. Of corruption. Of apathy. Masquerading under the guise of "Renewal". But unmasking and confession, well, it's just not enough. Gotham's day of judgment, our day of judgment, as cliché as it sounds, it's finally here. But more than judgment, it's a day of retribution. I parked seven vans across the city seawall. And when the night of the party gets here, y'all'd better get in your trunks and bikinis, cuz we're all going for a big swim! CUZ they're all going '''BOOM!'''.''\\

'''The Riddler:''' ''Just wanna say, this'll probably be my last post for a little while, and uh, your company, your understanding, this community as a whole, has meant the world to me. Really has. All these weeks, all these months. All this meticulous planning.'' (voice breaking) ''I guess none of us are alone anymore, huh? Well, tomorrow's Election Day, and Bella Reál's gonna win. And you see, she's promised us "real change". But of course, we know it's just another scoop of empty platitudes, right? The same false promises Thomas Wayne, Don Mitchell, Commissioner Savage, and district attorney Gil Coulson all pushed at us in a rusty tray, soggy and flavorless. We've already seen the truth, me me and my posse. This goes out to the rest of you watching. That's right, people of Gotham. Our home's true face is one of perversion. Of corruption. Of apathy. Masquerading under the guise of "Renewal". But unmasking and confession, well, it's just not enough. Gotham's day of judgment, our day of judgment, as cliché as it sounds, it's finally here. But more than judgment, it's a day of retribution. I parked seven vans across the city seawall. And when the night of the party gets here, y'all'd better get in your trunks and bikinis, cuz we're all going for a big swim! CUZ they're all going '''BOOM!'''.''\\

'''Edward''': If...if only you knew... how long I waited for this moment. Little ol' me, who's been invisible my whole life. Guess I won't be anymore, will I? They'll remember me now. No, they'll remember ''both'' of us, won't they? Bruce... Wayyyne... Bruuuuuuce... Wayyyne... You know, I was there that day. The day the great Thomas Wayne announced he was running for mayor, made all those promises. Well, til a week later, that fateful day when he and poor Martha were shot dead like Old Yeller in that alleyway, and everybody just up and forgot about us. All they could talk about was poor Bruce Wayne. Bruce Wayne, the "orphan". ''Orphan''. Y'know, living in a great big tower over the carpark, left with the comforts of home, left with a butler, left with stack and stack and stack of mommy and daddy's money does NOT. AN ORPHAN. MAKE! Don't you tell me it does. Do you know what being an orphan is? An orphan is 30 kids to a room. A room with molded floorboards, rotten walls, and a drenched, crumbling ceiling that just drip drip drops. An orphan is eating moldy bread and spoiled canned goods and drinking water that may or may not have pee and rust in it. An ''orphan'' is being 12 years old and already a drophead, anything to numb that pain. An ''ORPHAN'' is waking up screaming with rats chewing your fingers and nose, shivering, wet, coming down with hypothermia. And every winter, one of the babies dies because it's ''so. DAMN. COLD.'' But ooooh no, let's talk about the poor little billionaire with the lying dead bastard daddy because all that money makes it go down easy, doesn't it. Like a nice warm cup of hot cocoa before you go to bed. Not that I knew what ''that'' was like. '''''Bruce. Wayne.''''' Damn shame, y'know? [[WhamLine ...He's the only one we didn't get]]. But we got the rest of them, didn't we? All those slick, sleazy, phony pricks? God, look at you. You're incredible. Your mask? TERRIFYING!! If only you could've seen me in mine. Ain't it funny? All everyone wants to do is unmask you, Sokve that grand mystery: Who is The Batman? But they're all missing the point, like always. [[SecretIdentityApathy You and I both know I'm looking at the ''real you'' right now.]] My mask allowed me to be myself completely, no shame, no limits.\\

'''Edward''': If...if only you knew... how long I waited for this moment. Little ol' me, who's been invisible my whole life. Guess I won't be anymore, will I? They'll remember me now. No, they'll remember ''both'' of us, won't they? Bruce... Wayyyne... Bruuuuuuce... Wayyyne... You know, I was there that day. The day the great Thomas Wayne announced he was running for mayor, made all those promises. Well, a week later, and he was dead, and everybody just forgot about us. All they could talk about was poor Bruce Wayne. Bruce Wayne, the "orphan". ''Orphan''. Living in some tower over the park isn't being an orphan. Looking down on everyone, with all that money. Don't you tell me. Do you know what being an orphan is? It's 30 kids to a room. 12 years old and already a drophead, numbing the pain. You wake up screaming with rats chewing your fingers. And every winter, one of the babies dies because it's ''so cold.'' But ooooh no, let's talk about the billionaire with the lying dead daddy because all that money makes it go down easy, doesn't it. '''''Bruce. Wayne.''''' [[WhamLine ...He's the only one we didn't get]]. But we got the rest of them, didn't we? All those slick, sleazy, phony pricks? God, look at you. You're incredible. Your mask is amazing. I wish you could have seen me in mine. Ain't it funny? All everyone wants to do is unmask you, but they're missing the point. [[SecretIdentityApathy You and I both know I'm looking at the real you right now.]] My mask allowed me to be myself completely, no shame, no limits.\\