[his inner voice, the true Batman, taunting him] The time has come. You know it. In your mind. In your heart. In your soul. You tried to hold me back. But you can't, Bruce. You're weak. You're a shell. A rusty trap that cannot hold me. Let it go. Let me OUT

Tonight, if you are indeed with me, if you all mean it, then together, we restore law & order to Gotham City. And we won't do it-- (holds up rifle) --using this. This loud, clumsy, stupid thing-- This is the weapon of the enemy. We do not need it. We will not use it. (snaps the gun's butt off where it connects to the chamber, and draws three batarangs nested between his fingers) But my weapons? They are quiet -- precise. In time, If you prove yourselves to me, demonstrate if you're deserving, worthy to stand by my side, I'll see fit to teach them to you. But not tonight. Tonight, you'll rely on your fists-- and your brains. Tonight, we are the law. Tonight, I am the law. Let's ride.

It wasn't easy to make. Took years and cost a fortune. Luckily, I had both