Ah, Gotham—City of Darkness...
Your halcyon days are far behind you. How I would have loved to know you then, back before the darkness came and took away all that I hold dear.
Alas, that opportunity is gone, and now, as I look out my window at the gathering storm, I realize that it's time for all of that rote training in the mountain stronghold of Ra's al Ghul to be used with all the passion I can muster.
Passion for justice. For vengeance. For those who cannot defend themselves.
I have this feeling that Alfred, who has forever been by my side throughout all these years, will not only be a mentor, a friend, and a manservant, but also the perfect nanny. Sometimes when I say I don't want anything to eat, I mean I don't want anything to eat.
It's time to go to work. It's time to become the hero that Gotham needs.
If not for Oswald Cobblepot, Emperor Penguin might have ended me, just like Bane almost did. Oh, how times change.
What is that? A beaver? No. An otter. Now I have seen it all. "Robin. Time to shut this all down. Now!"
Image source—Pixabay
Batman, is 80 years old this month. He first debuted in Detective Comics #27 back in May, 1939.
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