The Riddler: Did anyone ever tell you you have a serious impulse control problem?!
The Riddler: Riddle me this. Riddle me that. Who's afraid of the big black bat?
The Riddler: Now, the real game begins.
Edward Nygma: And you are?
Chase Meridian: Chase.
Edward Nygma: And what a grand pursuit you must be.
The Riddler: Why can't I kill you? Too many questions. Too many questions.
Batman: Poor Edward. I had to save them both. You see, I'm both Bruce Wayne and Batman. Not because I have to be. Now, because I choose to be.
Batman: Wait. I have a riddle for you.
The Riddler: A riddle? For me? Really? Tell me.
Batman: I see without seeing. To me, darkness is as clear as daylight. What am I?
The Riddler: Oh please. You're blind as a bat!
Batman: Exactly.
Two-Face: Why can't you just DIE?!
Alfred: I'm sorry to bother you, sir, but I have some rather distressing news about Master Dick.
Bruce Wayne: What? Is he all right?
Alfred: I'm afraid Master Dick has... gone traveling.
Bruce Wayne: He ran away?
Alfred: Actually, he took the car.
Bruce Wayne: He boosted the Jag?
Alfred: Not the Jaguar. The other car.
Bruce Wayne: The Bentley?
Alfred: No, sir. The *other* car.
Chase: What is it about the wrong type of man? In grade school, it was guys with earrings. College, motorcycles, leather jackets. Now, black rubber.
Batman: Try firemen. Less to take off.
Bruce Wayne: I've really got to get you out of those clothes.
Chase Meridian: Excuse me?
Bruce Wayne: And into a black dress. Tell me, doctor. Do you like the circus?
Answer: It's hard to say for certain. If Bruce had approved of the project, there would have been a lot more volunteers and oversight of its production, which would have alerted Bruce of the device's side effects, at which point he or one of his underlings would order its production to cease. Edward would still feel spurned and motivated to continue his work, but without the resources of Wayne Industries at his disposal, he may have a more difficult time seeing his plan through.
Phaneron ★