Au contraire, my little fish stick.
He knows exactly what it's like
to lose someone he loves.
You know, like, uh,
a father,
like a mother.
Be very careful with the next thing you say.
Like an adopted son.
Isn't that right,
Batman?
Maybe, in a way,
that smelly old flounder is right.
Because how many can die in your arms
before you grow numb to death?
That's not very careful.
And how many dead eyes can you look into
before you die inside yourself?
I've been dead inside a long time,
but even I have a limit.
And if you cross that line, I swear to God, I will...
Before what, Bruce? Kill me?
You won't kill me.
I'm your best friend.
Besides, who's gonna give you a reach-around?
Anyway,
you need me.
You
need me to help you undo this world
you created by letting her die.
Poor Lois.
How she suffered so!
I often wonder
how many alternate timelines
do you destroy the world because...
frankly, you don't have
the cojones to die yourself.
Hmm?
So, as usual,
I'll be the bigger man.
A truce,
Bruce.
As long as you have this card, a truce.
But all you have to do
is tear it in half
and I'm happy to discuss with you
in any way you like, why you sent the Boy Wonder
to do a man's job?
You know, it's funny
that you would talk about people
who died in my arms
because when I held Harley Quinn
and she was bleeding and dying,
she begged me with her last breath
that when I killed you,
and make no mistake, I will fucking kill you...
that I'd do it slow.
I'm gonna honor that promise.
Oh. You're good.
You almost had me.
Where are we holing up?
Somewhere he'll never suspect.
Still think it was a good idea bringing him along?
-what do you think?