Yes, memory's so treacherous. One moment, you're lost in a carnival of delight: childhood aromas, the flashing neon of puberty, all that sentimental candy floss. The next, it takes you somewhere you don't want to be. Somewhere dark and cold, filled with the damp, ambiguous shapes of things you’d rather forget. Memories can be vile, repulsive little brutes. Like children, no?
This city deserves a better class of criminal. And I’m gonna give it to them.
Not clown — Joker.
What doesn’t kill you simply makes you stranger!
It’s not about the money, it’s about sending a message. Everything burns!
To them, you’re just a freak, like me! They need you right now, but when they don’t, they’ll cast you out, like a leper!
When they treat you like a joke, leave them like it’s funny.
When you bring me out, can you introduce me as Joker?
I have given a name to my pain, and it is Batman.
If you have to explain a joke, there is no joke!
I am not someone who is loved. I’m an idea. A state of mind.
Yet we’re linked, you and I. Like comedy and tragedy. Two sides, same coin.
Now, I see the funny side. Now I’m always smiling.
You see, I’m not a monster. I’m just ahead of the curve.
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