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You're vigilantes.

No, no, no. A vigilante is just a man lost in the scramble for his own gratification. He can be destroyed, or locked up. But if you make yourself more than just a man, if you devote yourself to an ideal, and if they can't stop you, then you become something else entirely.

Which is?

Legend, Mr. Wayne.

Are you ready to begin?

I can barely stand...

Death does not wait for you to be ready! Death is not considerate, or fair! And make no mistake: here, you face Death.

Who is he?

He was a farmer. Then he tried to take his neighbor's land and became a murderer. Now he is a prisoner.

What'll happen to him?

Justice. Crime can not be tolerated. Criminals thrive on the indulgence of society's understanding.

Maybe I should be thanking them.

You don't mean that.

What if I do Rachel? My parents deserved justice.

You're not talking about justice. You're talking about revenge.

Sometimes they're the same.

No, they're never the same, Bruce. Justice is about harmony. Revenge is about you making yourself feel better. Which is why we have an impartial system.

Your system is broken.

He refuses to give his name.

Fool, what the hell do I care what your name is? You're a criminal.

I'm not a criminal!

Tell that to the guy who owned these. [Kicks a box with Wayne Enterprises stamped on it]

Your compassion is a weakness your enemies will not share.

That's why it's so important. It separates us from them.

What are you doing?

What is necessary, my friend.

Are you coming back to Gotham for long, sir?

As long as it takes. I'm gonna show the people of Gotham their city doesn't belong to the criminals and the corrupt.

People need dramatic examples to shake them out of apathy and I can't do that as Bruce Wayne. As a man, I'm flesh and blood, I can be ignored, I can be destroyed; but as a symbol... as a symbol I can be incorruptible, I can be everlasting.

What symbol?

Something elemental, something terrifying.

I assume that as you're taking on the underworld, this symbol is a persona to protect those you care about from reprisals.

You're thinking about Rachel?

Actually, sir, I was thinking of myself.

Why didn't they put it into production?

Bean counters didn't think a soldier's life was worth 300 grand. So, what's your interest in it, Mr. Wayne?

I wanna borrow it. For, uh, spelunking.

Spelunking?

Yeah, you know, cave diving.

You expecting to run into much gunfire in these caves?

Look, I'd rather Mr. Earle didn't know about me borrowing...

Mr. Wayne, the way I see it, all this stuff is yours anyway.

If you're uncomfortable...

Mister Wayne, if you don't want to tell me exactly what you're doing, when I'm asked, I don't have to lie. But don't think of me as an idiot.

Fair enough.

Why bats, Master Wayne?

Bats frighten me. It's time my enemies shared my dread.

Bats are nocturnal.

Bats may be, but even for billionaire playboys, three o'clock is pushing it. The price of leading a double life, I fear. Your theatrics made an impression.

Theatricality and deception are powerful weapons, Alfred. It's a good start.

If those are to be the first of many injuries to come, it would be wise to find a suitable excuse. Polo, for instance.

I'm not learning polo, Alfred.

Strange injuries a non-existent social life, these things beg the question as to what exactly does Bruce Wayne do with his time and his money.

And what does someone like me do?

Drive sports cars, date movie stars, buy things that are not for sale... who knows, Master Wayne? You start pretending to have fun, you might even have a little by accident.

Is Sergeant Gordon your friend?

I don't have the luxury of friends.

We need to send these people away now.

Those are Bruce Wayne's guests out there, sir. You have a name to maintain.

I don't care about my name.

It's not just your name, sir! It's your father's name! And it's all that's left of him. Don't destroy it.