You miserable little nobody! If I get caught, your wife and son are history!
You're not getting caught. Not this time. I found this blown out of the van. [He pulls one of the Joker's bombs from his jacket] This is how it ends, Joker. No big schemes, no grand fight to the finish with the Dark Knight. Tomorrow, all the papers will say is that the great Joker was found blown to bits in an alley, alongside a "miserable little nobody". [chuckles] Kinda funny. Ironic, really. See? I can destroy a man's dreams too! And that's really the only dream you've got, isn't it?!
Look, Charlie, you've had a busy day! All this running around, all this excitement with...BATMAN! Stop! You... you're crazy!
I had a good teacher! [chuckles] Say goodnight, Gracie!
NO! BATMAN! BATMAN! [sees Batman in the shadows, and gasps] How long have you been there?!
Long enough. Put it down, Charlie.
You know he'll just escape again! This is the only way my family stays safe!
All right, you win! Take it easy! [gives his notebook to Batman] Here's everything on his blasted family - names, addresses, it's all there! You're no fun anymore, Charlie.
Hey, Joker! [throws the bomb at the Joker, who hides behind Batman - only for the "bomb" to release harmless confetti] Gotcha!
[Batman lets out a short laugh]
Oh, very funny. A million laughs.
Home. I never thought that could sound so good. I wonder what Bonnie's making for dinner. Right now, anything would taste great. Even meatloaf.
Here's how it works, slimeball. I have questions, and if you have answers, I'll leave you alone.
Oh, I have plenty of answers... thirty-eight caliber answers. Now then, you were saying?
[Using Thorne as a shield] I was saying, you'd better hope your men are very good shots. It's too hot in here. Let's get some air.
Terrific. Just what I need now. The freak job in the cape.
You're no prize yourself.
[strangling Batman] What can I tell you now? Being a reptile man ain't pretty... but it's got its upside. Like having the strength of a crocodile, for instance! But I guess you've learned that by now, huh? [forcing Batman into the water] The hard way. You know, they used to call "Killer Croc" the meanest dude in the Wrestling Federation. Now they'll call him the guy who iced the Batman!
[flip-kicks Killer Croc and gets out of the water] Don't hold your breath.
Give it up, Croc! I know everything now. You plant that toothpick on the dock, didn't you? And you impersonated Bullock at the jail.
Yeah. And it would have gone down smooth if you had buttered in. But, hey, I'm adaptable! When you grow up looking like I do. You gotta learn to go with a flow. I'll just take care of you first, then Bullock. [wheels the pipe on Batman]
Ah! [Thud to the sewage water]
[comes out] See, this ain't no batcave; you're on my turf now.
LMr. Lucky
Lost? You have that bewildered look, but your sort always does.
TThug
I ain't lost. I'm lookin' for you! I wanna know how come you always win, Mr. Lucky.
LMr. Lucky
It's quite simple, actually. I fix the games.
TThug
You can't fix all those sports. Nobody can!
LMr. Lucky
Oh, ye of little brain, allow me to illustrate. [hands the thug an envelope laced in fear toxin] Here. You can read, can't you?
TThug
[reads it] "Boo." Hey, is this some kinda joke?
LMr. Lucky
It's no joke, I assure you. It's the fear of victory, and the agony of... [the thug pulls Mr. Lucky out of the shadows, revealing his true identity] the Scarecrow!
[The thug gasps, now a victim of his toxin]
So now you understand Step One in how I fix an athletic contest. [Scarecrow comes closer to the thug, causing him to fall into some stacks of hay] I shall proceed to Step Two! [chuckles evilly]
There's enough powder in that helmet to panic a pachyderm! He should be postering himself, crying for mercy!
Change of luck, Scarecrow?
You're aware that gambling is illegal in Gotham?
I need the money, Batman! You know the cost of chemicals these days. And it will take much more than this to bring every pathetic person in Gotham to their knees, kissing my feet! [reveals a vial of his fear chemical and dangles it above the crowd] No closer, Batman! Unless you want a stampede of half-crazed humanity crushing and clawing each other! Now... what guarantee do I have you won't follow me?
You have my word, Scarecrow. Just don't drop the vial.
Actually, Batman, I'd prefer a little insurance that you'll be otherwise occupied! [drops it]
Well, well. The Batman. It's about time you showed up! I suppose you want to know why I've brought Downtown Gotham to a standstill, Batman. Hm? Well, let's just say it's because I'm a civic minded citizen with a lot of time on his hands.
I want some answers, wise guy. Talk.
A pity. I don't know what to tell you, Batman - except perhaps that the 9:15 is always six minutes early.
(He falls off the building and lands safely on the roof of an oncoming train as it speeds away)
[Mayor Hill is tied to the hands of a huge clock]
Comfortable, Hill? Well you won't be for long. At 3:15 on the dot, those hands will come together and you'll be crushed like an insect. 3:15, Hill. Does that time hold any meaning for you?
I don't know what you're talking about!
You told me to take my coffee break at 3:15.
You don't remember?! My court date!
Oh my Lord! The lawsuit! Fugate! I swear I was only trying to help!
Don't hand me that! You did it on purpose! The plaintiffs were represented by your law firm, Mr. Mayor!
But I had nothing to do with that case, Fugate!
Not that it matters anymore. Now that you have an appointment to keep, at 3:15 precisely—with the Grim Reaper! [laughs]
Stop this, Fugate! Hill committed no crime against you!
TFTemple Fugate
He did worse than that! He made me late!
Fugate! You can't escape!
Au contraire, Batman. You of all people should know, there's always a way out.
(Fugate laughs as a huge clock wheel falls on him, sending him to his apparent death)
