Jim Gordon.

"Guess those twenty dollars in the birthday cards just don't cut it anymore."

"Paperwork. Always with the paperwork."

"I can only imagine the dry cleaning bill."

"Breaks aren't in the cards right now, maybe one day, but for now, I'm just biding the time til the next freakshow pops up. Can't let Batman have all the fun after all."

"I always thought of Gotham like a pack of smokes. It'll kill you in the end but the familiarity she brings in the moment is kinda nice... That and lung damage. Air quality here is atrocious."

"Can't argue there. I can't say I'll ever cross state lines to really find out though. At this point, I'm a little too old for that sort of adventure."

"Bludheaven. Apparently the donuts and coffee are better there."

"Doesn't really bode well when I'm only getting older and this city just keeps getting crazier."

"Is it really easier to fight crime with a mask? Feel like it would itch."

“Sometimes the cards aren’t delt in our favor but the only thing that matters is the moves with choose to make with what we’ve got.”

“I miss when the only thing kids cared about was Pokémon.”

“No, but we not colluding with them either so if you see them.”

“I’ll smash that goddamn light as many times as it takes.”

“Starting to think I’m the only person who hasn’t learned how to do that at this point.”

“Calls are coming in fast and my gut tells me this isn’t a usual Tuesday in Gotham. There are no coincidences here.”