I fucking raised you, Bruce. You may think you're some hardened brawler, but to me, you're still that boy running in from the night because he thought he saw a bat.

We fought for all of thirty seconds. And if I had been one of those street thugs, you'd already have a bullet in the brain. You've got a better head on your shoulders than to do what you did tonight. You want to talk about divine mercy? Those three thugs didn't kill you. That's mercy, Bruce. You don't want to die... but, you do want to do something about certain things. I don't know what that means yet, and I don't think you do either, but maybe that's what we need to find.

I will never approve of what you're working towards. But I know I can't stop you. So, if you're going to do this, you will not do it by being a pugilist, but by being a detective. And if you don't want to get killed most arrogantly, you need to study up.