Oliver sighed. “Sadly, you’ve summed up exactly what we’ve all devoted our lives to.” “We stand on the line, so others don’t have to walk across,” Azula said. “We accept the night, so we don’t become it,” Nina said. “But we never serve it,” Oliver said. “We never serve it,” Nina and Azula echoed. “Then we have that in common,” I finished.
The Batman archtype.
