Of Course We're Criminals

An Old Man Dies. A Young Woman Lives. A Fair Trade.

Alfred: Hmf. I Suppose You'll Take Up Flying Next, Like That Fellow In Metropolis.

News Objectivity Is A Twentieth-century Myth. We Only Complain About Propaganda When We Don't Agree With It.

You Can Never Escape Me. Bullets Don't Harm Me. Nothing Harms Me. But I Know Pain. I Know Pain. Sometimes I Share It. With Someone Like You.

My Sin City Heroes Are Knights In Dirty, Blood-caked Armor. They Bring Justice To A World That Gives Them No Medals, No Praise, No Reward. That World, That City, Often Kills Them For Their Brave Service.