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The sound of sirens neared, and the two men were still having it out. Batman had to give Jackie credit; he was much more skilled than most people in his profession tended to be. Still, as the two men exchanged blows, Jackie decided it was a good opportunity to lecture his opponent about how he was doing the world a service.
"That's where you're wrong, Jackie. I know all about you. You're no different from Bachman, the Russians, or any other criminal under any other title. You think just because you wouldn't commit one specific crime that your sins are somehow lesser to anyone else's, just like many other criminals before you, and the many more that will come after you. Murder, illegal arms trading, drug and human trafficking; none of the whats matter. The only thing that matters is that it enables more suffering, creates more death, sews more hatred. Your hands are no less filthy than the bastard you came here to end tonight, and nothing you say will make that any less true."
His words were heartfelt and sincere, burning with the same hatred for the criminal element they'd always had. Alas, however, the Batman got the feeling that Jackie wouldn't --couldn't-- be swayed by words. Jackie was the kind of man who only understood action: cause and effect. Crime and punishment. He came here tonight to exact terrible vengeance on the man who murdered his sister, a cause Batman understood, but didn't condone.
"So my question to you is this, Jackie: do you think killing Bachman will bring you peace, or make you a better man?"