— Will you be wanting the Batpod?
— In the middle of the day? Not very subtle.
— The Lamborghini, then. Much more subtle.
— I suppose they're gonna lock me up as well... as your accomplice.
— Accomplice? I'm gonna tell them the whole thing was your idea.
— He must have friends.
— Friends? Have you met this guy?
— Today you get to say "I told you so."
— Today, I don't want to. But I did bloody tell you.
— A long time ago, I was in Burma... and my friends and I were working for the local government. They were trying to buy the loyalty of tribal leaders... by bribing them with precious stones... but their caravans were being raided in a forest north of Rangoon by a bandit. So we went looking for the stones. But in six months, we never met anyone who traded with him. One day, I saw a child playing with a ruby... the size of a tangerine. The bandit had been throwing them away.
— So why steal them?
— Because he thought it was good sport. Because some men aren't looking for anything logical, like money. They can't be bought, bullied, reasoned or negotiated with. Some men just wanna watch the world burn.
Hero can be anyone. Even a man doing something as simple and reassuring as putting a coat around a young boy's shoulders to let him the world hadn't ended.
Vengeance isn't power. Anyone can take a life. But to give life, that's true power.
— The bandit, in the forest in Burma, did you catch him?
— Yes.
— How?
— We burned the forest down.