"[to Bruce] Remember when you left Gotham? Before all this, before Batman? You were gone seven years. Seven years I waited, hoping that you wouldn't come back. Every year, I took a holiday. I-I went to Florence. There's this cafe, on the banks of the Arno. Every fine evening, I would sit there and order a-a Fernet Branca. I had this fantasy that I would look across the tables and I'd see you there, with a... wife, maybe a-a couple of kids. You wouldn't say anything to me, nor me to you. But we'd both know that you'd made it, that you were happy. I never wanted you to come back to Gotham. I always knew there was nothing here for you, except pain and tragedy. And I wanted something more for you than that. I still do."