“Let me give you the very last couple of hundreds out of my wallet, Selina…” Like you’re ever short on cash, you stingy old miser. (pause) “I wanna see you more often, it makes your old man happy when I get to see you…” Well, how about you actually ACT like a father then and help me survive in this hellhole of a city. (sighs) Honestly though, why do I even bother?

First, you hurt my boss, then you hurt my friend, now you’re terrorizing my entire neighborhood? Someone really needs to teach you some respect.

Trust me, sweetie, it’s not your fault things are getting worse…it’s because of The Roman and this corrupt system that he’s allowed to take over the whole city. (scoffs) This damn city…it’s just a melting pot for criminals, corrupt officials, and whoever else wants to dig their claws in. As long as Papa Falcone gets his cut, who cares what happens to everyone else that’s just trying to survive… (pause as she becomes reflective) Do you know how many times that old bastard has really tried to make me buy in on his “self-made man” bullshit? He really wants everyone to believe he built his whole empire by himself, like all of Gotham doesn’t already know that he killed and stole for everything he has that put him on top—