I came to talk.
I’ve been THINKING lately. About you and me.
About what’s going to HAPPEN to us, in the END.
We’re going to KILL each other, aren’t we?
Perhaps you’ll kill me. Perhaps I’ll kill you. Perhaps sooner. Perhaps later.
I just wanted to know that I’d made a genuine attempt to talk things OVER and AVERT that outcome.
Are you LISTENING to me? It’s LIFE AND DEATH that I’m discussing here.
Maybe MY death...
I don’t fully understand why ours should be such a FATAL relationship, but I don’t want your MURDER on my…
NOW WE ARE LOOKING AT BATMAN VERY CLOSE UP FROM THE FRONT SO THAT WE CAN SEE HIS CHEST AND HIS RAISED HANDS AND THE LOWER HALF OF HIS FACE, BUT WE CANNOT SEE HIS EYES OR THE REST OF THE UPPER PART OF HIS HEAD. HE IS LOOKING DOWN AT HIS GLOVES AND AT THE THICK WHITE PANCAKE MAKE-UP UPON THEM WHERE HE TOUCHED THE JOKER. HIS MOUTH STARTS TO TURN DOWN INTO A SUSPICIOUS SCOWL EVEN AS HIS SENTENCE TRAILS OFF INTO SILENCE.
(SMALL) THE BATMAN: . . .hands. . .
From 4ColorHeroes:Killing Joke Script. If you missed that collaboration of Alan Moore and Dave Gibbons -- you know, the guys who did Clockguys or Watchfolk or something like that -- it's worth a look. Explains why Barbara Gordon/Batgirl is still in a wheelchair, for a start. . .