Time to make a stand.

You anthropomorphizing nincompoop. Dogs can't smile.

So, be honest, Bats, you don't have to solve Eddie's riddles, do you? You just like to make him cry!

You're beginning to irk me. You're talking to me, The Penguin.

Dear Ed, Please hear me out. Bring an open mind and open heart, if I may ask. Ed, you once meant very much to me. To my mind, I also meant a lot to you. Arkham has been difficult, I've had to rethink much of my life. So I am writing you today.

Die, father! I mean- Batman!

For Piltover!

Metal is perfection.

I'm the one who asks the questions here. Pay attention, would you?

“No one thinks it can be done.” “When you're going to change the world, don't ask for permission.”

“No? How did you walk out of that building?” “How did you?” “On a gurney, with a fucking hole in my throat.”

Oh! and Oswald Cobblepot? Gotham thanks you.

“I must say goodbye to this place now. To you.” “Goodbye? Viktor, you’re my partner.”

I don't care that he's dead, Batman. But you do.

Die, father! I mean- Batman!

I don't think you'll be solving this one.

Do you like how brutality feels, Mark?

Let me live. I'll do whatever you say. I'll be your slave for life. There's a war coming. A terrible war, there will be chaos, rivers of blood in the streets. I know it! I can see it coming, I'm clever that way.

You were the one time I let love weaken me, and I want you around as a constant reminder to never make that mistake again.

Wait a minute, this isn't my bedroom?