Deep Thoughts

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Darkness fills the streets like a black blanket over Gotham. As I walk the night alone I can't help the thought of all I've lost. My parents, shot cold when I was 10, 24 years ago. I'd found Gotham a wasteland of murder and destruction, the safety of Gotham had fallen, begging into my bare hands, for a savior. I trained for 2 years until I was finally ready to stop Gotham's war. Every night as I dawned the costume of black and grey, I free the city from the pain and suffering , from which it was captured in, as a symbol of protection. A soldier, a knight, a bat?

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