She seemed rational and yet, impulsive. She walked and spoke with the confidence of an adult yet tackled life with the zeal and naivety of a child. She was outspoken, loud, playful and outgoing and never without an opinion or story to tell. She carried the life story of every friend in a book to be opened for reminiscence, contemplation or even simply for an amusing story to tell
Her heart was heavy, restless and hopeful for a brighter future. She lamented the past but as she stood above the streets of Gotham, she could be nothing but reassured of her true purpose in this world - to protect the lives and safety of the people she holds most dear: the citizens of this fine city
She disappeared into the night, a silent protector loved by all yet known by few. These words, her anthem, conveyed across the sky as powerfully as the blazing orange of the first light of the sun at dawn:
I am vengeance.
I am the night.
I
AM
BATMAN
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She seemed rational and yet, impulsive. She walked and spoke with the confidence of an adult yet tackled life with the zeal and naivety of a child. She was outspoken, loud, playful and outgoing and never without an opinion or story to tell. She carried the life story of every friend in a book to be opened for reminiscence, contemplation or even simply for an amusing story to tell
Her heart was heavy, restless and hopeful for a brighter future. She lamented the past but as she stood above the streets of Gotham, she could be nothing but reassured of her true purpose in this world - to protect the lives and safety of the people she holds most dear: the citizens of this fine city
She disappeared into the night, a silent protector loved by all yet known by few. These words, her anthem, conveyed across the sky as powerfully as the blazing orange of the first light of the sun at dawn:
I am vengeance.
I am the night.
I
AM
BATMAN