It’s hard to believe that in the beginning, there a child. But as night and tragedy befalls, that very child would grow up to be a legend.
An urban legend, it was, that spreads throughout the corrupted city like a wildfire one evening. Eventually, his name alone would strike fear in every consciences.
Some calls him “The Caped Crusader”, because of his declaration for a holy war against all crime and injustice. Glimpses of him at night on every corner of the eye would strike fear in every sinners and hope for every saints. His expertise in criminology, forensics, and criminal psychology has earned him the title of “The World’s Greatest Detective”, if not the world’s greatest crime solver and deductive reasoning. Along with mastering many martial arts and remarkable endurance of physical and mental conditionings, he finally achieved the ultimate pinnacle of human perfection.
His only purpose for wearing the cape and cowl is to protect Gotham and its citizens from vice and villainy.
His name is Batman.
If his name, the symbol that he wears, all that he is should stand for anything at all, it’s that out of tragedy can come greatness.
My whole life is falling apart.
I don’t know who I am anymore, I feel like a walking talking zombie.
All my insides have been torn apart.
I’ve never experienced so many overwhelming events in one week, I’ve never felt so emotionally drained in my whole life.
What is sleep? What is the point to all this? Why? Seriously fucking why now?