I don't need this. I don't need any of this. You know what I miss? Quiet nights at the old bar, kicking back a few with the rest of my gang. Riding through the streets, patrolling the city. That was fun. Now? This whole secret undercover operation I've got going on is suddenly my entire life. Living the high life, dressed in a tuxedo, sitting back and watching an opera? No thanks. First chance I get, I'm racing out of here.