Luther. John Luther, I... I love you. I've been saying forever that you are secretly Batman, but... I think I love you more right now. More than Batman. I hope you appreciate what that means, coming from me. Because you don't have Batman's money or training, just stainless steel balls the size of cantaloupes, fuzzy gray morals, a gorgeous beautiful brainy box, and about ten metric tons of motherfucking swagger. Darling. You are my hero.