Look at this one. First time they met. He was just robbing banks then. You remember? What...

Commissioner Gordon: [scrapbooking old articles about the Joker] Look at this one. First time they met. He was just robbing banks then. You remember? Barbara Gordon: What I remember is you describing his white face and green hair. I was just a kid, scared the hell out of me. Commissioner Gordon: I thought you'd be interested. Barbara Gordon: Yeah, well, I had some really interesting nightmares. [opening the front door, she sees the Joker with a revolver in hand, and she's thrown backwards as she's shot] Commissioner Gordon: Barbara! The Joker: I wouldn't worry yet, if I were you. It's just a psychological manifestation, common among librarians. She thinks she's a coffee table edition, though I can't say much for this volume's condition. I mean, there's a hole in the jacket and the spine appears to be damaged. Commissioner Gordon: You scum! I'll... [as he picks up a pair of scissors, one of the Joker's thugs slugs him in the face] The Joker: [as he talks, they continue to beat on Gordon behind him] Will you? Refreshing to hear, not by the book. Speaking of which, this one won't be walking off the shelf anytime soon. In fact, the idea of her walking anywhere seems remote. But then, that's always a problem with softbacks. Oh, God, literary discussions can get so dry, can't they? Finish the Commissioner, take him where he needs to be and please, do be careful. After all, he is topping the bill. It really is a shame you'll miss your father's debut, Ms. Gordon. Sadly, our venue wasn't built with the disabled in mind.