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Bruce – “Criminals aren’t complicated, Alfred.  We just need to figure out what he’s after.”

Alfred – “With respect Master Wayne, perhaps this is a man you don’t fully understand either.  A long time ago, I was in Burma and my friends and I were working for the local government.  They were trying to buy the loyalty of the tribal leaders by bribing them with precious stones.  But their caravans were being raided in a forest north of Rangoon by a bandit.  So we went looking for the stones but in six months we never met anyone who traded with him.  One day, I saw a child playing with a ruby the size of a tangerine.  The bandit had been throwing them away.”

Bruce – “So, why steal them?”

Alfred – “Well, because he thought it was good sport.  Because some men aren’t looking for anything logical like money; they can’t be bought, bullied, reasoned or negotiated with.  Some men just want to watch the world burn.”