Me? I really -have- been gone too long, far, far too long, that you don't know who I am. Me. Max Shreck. Come on. Shreck Department Stores?
There we go, now I can see the recognition. A few years ago, I was light of this town. I was its heart and -soul-. I'm the one responsible for the economic wave that started to push Gotham out of its little depression into the neon-shining citadel it is now. Okay, so maybe it's not a citadel, but it will be, I'm -working-, on that, yes. Working, diligently.
It isn't my fault I had to take a little hiatus. Sure, sure, people tell me I was dead, maybe, but who knows? I guess not! Electricity doesn't always kill a man. I've seen people rise from death by greater things (... we won't mention the ninth-story window incident, no, not at all, no).
So, I rested up. Took a little spell in western Connecticut, nice, quiet. One of those gated places, I think. Very nice. Very serene. Very peaceful. ... Couldn't stand it.
And now here I am, back in Gotham, ready to try and get back to where I was. All people need to do is -remember- me, remember what, I did. And come on. You remember me, don't you?
I am neither Max Shreck nor Christopher Walken, nor do I own him or anything else related to DC comics. Besides, if I -were- making any money off this, Max would want a 99% cut anyway. ;D