Nine months ago, Joker was cremated. I pressed the button and burnt the evil idiot myself. And then, we waited. Gotham braced itself for the inevitable power struggle. But it didn't come. Crime actually fell. Deep down, I knew war was coming. I was just waiting for someone to pull the trigger.

This is Commissioner Gordon! I want him taken alive! I repeat: Any man who opens fire on Black Mask will answer to me!

Barbara, please. Sweetheart, you're capable of making your own decisions. You don't need me to approve or even acknowledge them. And in this case, I can't. All you need to know is I love you. All of you.