Batman: Can you stand?
Stacy: Give me a second. What's wrong with these people? That crazy woman thinks I can fix the Joker.
Batman: What's wrong with him?
Stacy: There's something in his blood. Some kind of toxin. It's killing him. He blames something called Titan.
Stacy: Yeah, do you know what he's talking about? He kept going on about his last laugh.
Harley: Uh, uh, Doc. Isn't that information supposed to be confidential?
Stacy: What's happening? How does she know what we are saying?
Harley: Get that door sealed up nice and tight, boys. We don't want the vermin escaping, do we?
Stacy: At least they won't be getting in. We're safe, right?
Batman: Wait here, doctor.
Stacy: What the hell are you doing?
Batman: I need to get out of here. Someone needs to stop Joker. Stay here. You'll be safe.
Stacy: You sure?
Batman: If you hear anyone coming, hide. I'll be back.
I should head back to the Loading Bay. It's the only route to Joker.
Quinn slowed me down. I need to get back after Joker.
Inmate 1: And what? We just wait for the Bat to try and break through the door, and then we jump him?
Inmate 2: That's the plan.
Inmate 1: It's not a plan. It's a suicide note.
Inmate 2: I'm not scared of him. The door's welded shut and he's just some freak in a costume.
Inmate 1: Okay, then you stand in front.
Inmate 2: Why? You chicken?
Inmate 3: Will you two just shut the hell up and get ready? I don't like this anymore than you do. But . . .
Inmate 2: Batman! It's Batman!
Inmate 3: I'll kill you, freak.
Hugo Strange: Protocol 10 will commence in nine hours.