Batman Begins -

He rose, and for one second, Falcone saw the man beneath—the jawline of a dead prince, the eyes of a boy who never stopped falling. Then the window exploded inward, and the Bat was gone, leaving only a smear of rain on the glass and a single playing card—the Joker—that Falcone had never seen before.

He woke three weeks later in a cargo hold, a crude bat-shaped blade buried in his shoulder—a parting gift. The League would not forgive. But Gotham was waiting, her bones picked clean by Falcone’s crows and the rot of broken banks. Batman Begins

“Compassion is a wound you cannot afford,” Ducard said, firelight dancing in his dead eyes. He rose, and for one second, Falcone saw