Game: Batman: Arkham Knight. Page 1

- He's gone. Did he hurt you?
- Stop playing good COP, bad COP.
- No-no-no-no. You see, you have to talk to me. To buy more time. To Wait For Batman. That he taught you, Yes?
I have nothing to say to you.
- I talked for hours. Because I knew, right? Batman was in a hurry to save me. Bastard let me say... In the end, nothing left to talk about. So believe me, you can't count on the fact that Bruce is going to save you.
- Bruce?!
- Mmm, Yes. Scarecrow doesn't know is our little secret. Here's another: Batman likes to play the hero, Barbara, and he's very good at it. Don't get me wrong, but all this is just a cover: he doesn't want to save lives, he wants to punish the guilty... He will look after you. Or try. But when the time will come when he will have to make a choice between you and the mission, he will choose the mission. And so each time.
- You're wrong.
- Look me in the eye and say that.
- ... Jason?... Jason, this is wrong!
- This is true! He dumped me!
- He lost you! Mourned. Come home...
- I can't! You don't know what made the Joker, Barbara. It gutted me and filled with hatred...
Jason, we will be able to fix it...
I can't fix anything! Now I know what to do. I will gather all the pain and the darkness and will expose to a bullet, and then will drive her to Bruce between the eyes.
- The Joker's dead, Jason. You want revenge on the man that hurt you? You still have a chance. Back at the mansion, let me help you. Do not let the Joker to win...
- Alfred?
- He misses you. As we all are.

- Get away from her!
- Heavy rain charged the Knight. The time has come.
Somebody put a gag on her. Though you touch her, you die.

- Record patient: Gordon, Barbara. Session one. Wake up, miss Gordon. Wake up! Give her the dose.
- ... I woke up, bastard.
Okay. Who is hiding under the mask of Batman?
- Here he comes here he need to ask him.
- Thank you, miss Gordon. I began to fear that my favorite method of interrogation is not necessary. You know why I wear these syringes on hand?
- Because you're crazy?
- I usually spray your toxin in aerosol form. It's effective, but not so clean. Now the horror of a prisoner in a concentrated dose, it is carried directly through the bloodstream. It's just... perfect. Of course, harm a stronger.
- Are you finished talking?
Yes. But you just started. When my toxin destroys the wall between your mind and your repressed, unconscious nightmares, you start talking. And when these fears are gone, they will take with them is a pathetic defiance.
You're still talking.
Very good.

This is the last will of the deceased Thomas Wayne. In the event of my death, all my property goes to the possession of my son, Bruce Wayne.
Bruce. I'm asking you with all due respect to the legacy of the Wayne family and to devote himself to work for the good of Gotham city, protecting its foundations and take care of its inhabitants. Be strong, son. You're still young, but you're destined to do great things. Use your wealth wisely. Give to the city that gave us so much. Help change millions of lives for the better. Not throw money. Please do not spend it on sports cars, expensive clothes and bad habits. Invest in Gotham. Treat its inhabitants as his family. Protect these people from forces that they cannot resist themselves. Most of all I'm sorry I will not see you grow up to be a worthy man. And finally, my son, I beg you - don't ever leave this city in the lurch. In our history there have been dark times, and they, no doubt, will come again. But that is the role of all great men to stand guard over Gotham when the other run away in fear. Even after death I will love you forever.
Your father, Thomas.

Gotem! This is the first and last warning! Run out of town, or I will hit you worst nightmares!