Batman | The Dark Knight

For a while, he just stood there, his hands on the railing, gazing down at the streets below. Sirens were wailing somewhere… he didn’t even turn his head. “Why do we even protect a city where all the scum of the world gathers…?” he muttered. "Five years… new names on the buildings, probably new faces at City Hall… but down in the alleys, people are still dying for the same old shit.. maybe I should just lock them all up here… raise the bridges, seal off the tunnel… then they can steal from and bribe each other until eventually no one knows who actually owns what anymore.” A weary smile flitted across his lips. “It probably wouldn’t take a week before the first one set up a foundation and asked for donations.”
For a moment, the thought actually seemed to amuse him, then his gaze drifted to a lit window. Someone was standing there with a child in their arms, drawing the curtains.
“Hmm…and because of you... I’d have to reopen that damn tunnel.”