His face turns as black as thunder. It's the kind of place that will destroy itself — that needs to — before a real dawn comes. A place with no hope, or so little of it that it can't feed anyone. That's a city that needs a Batman — he knows very, very well.

'I know the type,' he says, coolly. He doesn't expect to scare her, perhaps just express some empathy. If they come from hard places, it's easier to understand each other, easier to work together. Perhaps not necessarily with him, he's a fussy one.