Some night I wake up to the sound of sirens, my heart starts pounding. Sure. Then, I remember... After Dick was murdered, it stopped being about justice. Started being about revenge. Here’s the thing about blood. You develop a taste for it. Then a thirst. I was putting them in the hospital. And it wasn’t enough. I wanted to kill them, each one in that endless parade of freaks. And I knew if I started killing, I wouldn’t stop.

I had no choice. I didn’t want it to come to this. I wanted you to do the right thing but you just wouldn’t let up. But now I want you to remember, Clark... in all the years to come... in your most private moments... I want you to remember my hand at your throat... I want you to remember... the one man who beat you...