"Remnants of Gotham, I have messages for you all. To the vandals who stayed behind to pick the still warm flesh from Gotham's bones: have your fun. You are under my protection. To the cowards quaking behind the police department's walls: you will not be spared. And to Batman: I have already won. Emptied your city with a vile of toxin and a few threatened words. That's how little the safety you provided was worth. And when the dawn comes, when Gotham lies in ruin and I turn my gaze to the world beyond, the legend of the Batman will be worth nothing at all."

"How many more bones will you crush? How many lives will you destroy in pursuit of what you call justice? You are the product of everything you fear. Violence... Darkness... Helplessness... All that remains is for you to watch as I drag your beloved Gotham into oblivion."

"What do you seek in those tunnels, Batman? Hope? You will find none. I once searched for terror in chemistry. I thought perfectly arranged atoms could unlock the demons in a man's mind. You proved me wrong."

"How can the world know fear, true dread, when there is you? A stalwart knight, ever ready to slay monsters. Fear isn't pure biology, Batman. It's more than instinct. True fear is the absence of hope. And hope is the spread wings of a bat, shining on the clouds."

"You promised that Gotham would be safe! Protected! But what does the world see now? My toxin choking its streets, blotting out the moonlight, poisoning the saplings you thought could stop me! And now, Dark Knight, I turn to you. But don't be afraid. It's not your life that needs ending, it's your myth. The hope that you stand for. The hope that dies tonight."

"You might fool everyone else, but you can't fool me. There's something... different about you. You're afraid. You've always buried your fears, locked them away deep in your subconscious, hidden. But something is gnawing away in the darkness of your mind, isn't it? Something even you can't control. The cracks are forming as it pushes its way to the surface. I can almost taste it."

"Do you see this, Batman? Your poisoned, desolate city? Its people tearing out each other's throats, their own throats, in terror? The world sees it too. Next, the world will see what happens to the man who tries to stop me. And when it does, the world will know fear. You aren't fighting for Gotham tonight. You're fighting for every desperate fool who thinks that when their worst fears come to pass, a hero might come and save them. And you're losing."

"The violence on Stagg's airship was not your usual cold brutality. It was sadism. Your true instincts emerge, Batman: thorned weeds, creeping through cracked granite."

"Are you scared, petty criminals of Gotham? Of the tanks rolling across the roads? The armed men patrolling your streets? Be calm. They are not hunting you."

"Our army is trained, Batman. Disciplined and loyal. They lack the cowardice you rely on and exploit."

"What scares you more, Batman? The thought that Gotham might fall? Or the notion that when it does, you will no longer be needed to protect it?"

"What do you see when perched on high? Prey that no longer fears you? A dead city that heralds your own demise?"

"It's gone, Dark Knight - the grip you had on Gotham, your long reign of fear. I'm sovereign now."

"You keep fighting, Batman, despite setback, failure and loss. It's a pleasure to watch such resolve deliquesce."

"Enough bravado. It's too late for that. I don't care who you are, but they will. I'm going to rob them of hope. As they stare into your eyes, they will blame you. Failure will have a face and a name."

"When we are done, Gotham will be a dead city, a city of fear. Its skyscrapers will be headstones, its homes will be tombs."

"What does the great Gotham savior fear? We shall see..."

"Didn't you know, Dark Knight? You can't fight fear..."

"You're old, you're predictable, and you never stood a chance."

"You always told me, Bruce: "Focus on what I want to achieve, and it'll happen". Well, you wanna know what I want now, huh? I want you dead!"

"Look at me while you die, Batman. Look. At. Me."

"I did ask if it came in black, but then I thought... Ah, you'd just get all jealous."

"I did it... Cornered you. Did what nobody else could. All these years, all your enemies... but none of them understand you like I do. You think Crane found Oracle on his own? I'm the one that told him about Barbara. Me! Told you I knew everything about you, didn't I? But don't worry Bruce. I kept some secrets to myself."

"How long did it take you before replacing me? A month? A WEEK?! I trusted you, and you just left me to die!"

"Come on, hero! Let's see if you can keep up with me!"

"What happened, Batman? You used to put up a fight."

"It's been a long rivalry, Bat. But this is the only way it could end."

"Shame about the car. I would have kept it when I was finished with you."

"When a man earns my respect, that means I do not rest. I devote all of my energy, everything I have... to killing him!"

"The army was never my idea. I prefer a more intimate approach. Twisting the blade, warm blood running over my hand. Next time, compadre, next time."

"[after Batman's unmasking] I don't care who you are. You're dying just the same."

"Bats? Bats?! BAAAATS?!?"

"He's no better than the creep who killed your parents."

"[talking about Raymond Underhill] Hey, I think prison's going to be the making of this one, Batsy. A few jailhouse tatts, gang initiations, drug abuse. He'll come out a full fledged criminal. Just what Gotham needs."

"[talking about Raymond Underhill] Tut tut tut. Breaking the law for a noble cause? He's nowhere near rich enough to get away with that!"

"[talking about Professor Pyg] Now, old pig-face here, total lunatic. Far too good for this place. Don't worry, you'll be the first one I let out."

"[talking about Professor Pyg] He's sicker than me 'n' Harley's honeymoon tapes but I think he's onto something. What do we say we get him to chisel a smile on that face of yours?"

"[referring to Barbara's kidnapping] Now that I think about it, how did Scarecrow know to go after your IT department? I mean, I had no idea she worked for you when I shot her, I just got lucky. Seriously! I was aiming for her head."

"I can see why you like it up here, Bats. Gives you time to ponder the really big questions. Like "Is Oracle dead?" "Is it all my fault?" "Who's going to die next?" [laughs] Now let's get down there and find out!"

"Those boys have really done their homework! Where do you think they're getting their intel? You think Barbara told them? Those sidekicks of yours! A teeny tiny bit of torture, and they're all "Please make it stop, I'll tell all Batman's secrets! Boo-hoo-hoo-hoo!""

"All these years later, and I've still got a soft spot for little Barbara Gordon. Fortunately, mine's not right between the vertebrae!"

"[after Batman's unmasking] Looks like the secret is out, Mr. Wayne. Your tragic youth, your life of pain."