“I lost someone once,” Batman said. A hint of sorrow infiltrated his raspy growl. “Since then I break into their homes when they’re sleeping and implant a tracking device on the back of their neck.”
Right, Blake thought, chuckling. Then he reached back and felt the nape of his own neck. Was it just his imagination or was there a tiny lump of scar tissue there?
-from TDKR official novelization
……what else can i do, except just draw it?
“I’m not leaving him in there.”
“What are you going to do? Get yourself thrown into prison alongside him and have to break both of you out?”
“Don’t be absurd. I’m a telepath. I’m just going to wait until nightfall, go in, and shut down anyone who tries to stop me.”
he lowers his wand because he knows that scene. A woman jumps in front of Harry willing to protect him with her own life. He didn’t see this with his own eyes but the resemblance literally disarms him for a moment before he can keep on playing his role.
Go sit in the corner and think about what you’ve done.