“Not a lot people know what if feels like to, like... to be angry, in your bones. I mean, they understand. I mean, foster parents, everybody understands. For a while, at least. But then they want the angry little kid to do something he knows he can’t do: move on. So, after a while, they stop understanding. They send the angry kid to a boys' home. I figured it out too late: you gotta learn to hide the anger, practice smiling in the mirror. It's like putting on a mask. So, you showed up this one day in a cool car, pretty girl on your arm. We were so excited! Bruce Wayne, billionaire orphan? I mean, we use to make up stories about you, man. Legends. And, you know, with the other kids, that's all it was, just stories, but... right when I saw you, I knew who you really were. I'd seen that look on your face before. It was the same one I taught myself. I don't know why you took the fall for Dent's murder, but I'm still a believer in the Batman, even if you're not.”
