Jesus, man, this goes far, FAR beyond bumhurt. I would advise psychiatric help, but I’ve seen your type before; nothing can save you now.

Pretty soon you’ll be dressing in spandex and building doomsday machines simply to destroy this innocent young lady.

I’ve done what I think to be right, and booked you a short stay at Arkham Asylum. The men in white coats should be paying you a visit fairly soon.

Yeah, I know it’s nowhere near me, but they’ve got the best doctors around. And if you do escape, well, Gotham isn’t ENTIRELY devoid of charismatic heroes.

Besides, Putting you there means I don’t have to deal with you, you psychopath.