... Joe Chill.. he removed the offence...
Joe Chill to the young child Bruce seven or eight years old: Bruce.. young Bruce.. sorry sorry Bruce .. hard to talk .. hard to.. I'm you're real father Bruce.. not these imposters who look like me.. I'm sorry I'm so sorry I can't rub out enough of them.. the mother thing.. you won't have to worry about the mother thing again a long long time.. but I'm sorry so sorry I can't make the father thing go away.... all these horrible men, maybe some horrible women, hologramming themselves to look like me.. I'm gonna be a hood in lonely dark corners a long long time.. I hope you meet your infantine isabelle... Isabella soon .. juss' call me... poor ol' joe.. bruce...
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