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We Love Our Superheroes Because They Refuse To Give Up On Us. We Can Analyze Them Out Of Existence, Kill Them, Ban Them, Mock Them, And Still They Return, Patiently Reminding Us Of Who We Are And What We Wish We Could Be.

Sometimes... Sometimes I Think The Asylum Is A Head. We're Inside A Huge Head That Dreams Us All Into Being. Perhaps It's Your Head, Batman. Arkham Is A Looking Glass... And We Are You.

I Won't Tell You Again! Don't Look Back! In Hell You Never Look Back!

I Don't Like To Think Of My Readership As "fans," A Word Which Has Always Suggested A Kind Of Power Relationship I'm Uncomfortable With.

Afraid? Batman's Not Afraid Of Anything. It's Me. I'm Afraid. I'm Afraid That The Joker May Be Right About Me. Sometimes…i Question The Rationality Of My Actions. And I’m Afraid That When I Walk Through Those Asylum Gates... When I Walk Into Arkham And The Doors Close Behind Me... It’ll Be Just Like Coming Home.