Batman: Addiction
The night covered Gotham City. The night brought with it not darkness but instead the city was enveloped in blackness. For there was an evil loose in Gotham once again, a foul evil with a soul as black as the night itself. A solitary figure held a lonely vigil over the city, to the people he is known as The Batman. He perched upon a rooftop, as he had done countless times before, and pondered the actions he will take during the night. For tonight Batman knows that the evil that penetrates the city must be stopped without unnecessary hesitation. Though still his head is rife with contemplation.
"Victor Zsasz has escaped from Arkham once again. By some miracle nobody was killed in his escape, but with a sociopath like Victor it's only a matter of time before he claims yet another victim. I must stop him, I have to stop him, I NEED to stop him."
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Deep in the burrows of Gotham City, lies an alleyway like countless others, dark and dank, offering little respite for its countless despondent inhabitants, homeless and mindless alike. For in this particular alleyway you may find a man of questionable psychological integrity, none more so than the slim, almost scrawny figure lying in a foetal position in a desolate corner. His name is Victor Zsasz, at times he can be seen as being a whirling dervish of aggression and pain, a remorseless monster claiming lives wherever he goes. As of now, he is like a wounded animal, though his wounds are mental rather than physical. For Victor is a creature of habit, he feeds off of the death of others, his thirst only being quenched by the savage slaughter of innocents. He is only truly satiated once he has ended a life and marked his own skin with a deep, self inflicted cut, adding to his "tally" of lives he has taken. Now Victor Zsasz is a shadow of his former self, simply another body in a city full to bursting. He lies weakened and malnourished, unable to do anything except remain catatonic and mutter to himself, struggling to make sense of the many conflicting thoughts running through his mind. Although now there is one thought overwhelmingly louder than all the rest, one that screams to Victor, begging him to act upon it.
"I need LIBERATION! Not for myself but for the millions of mindless ZOMBIES that surround me day and night. The fools sought to imprison me and CORRECT my way of thinking, of being. They will never realise that I am TRUTH, I am the only thing in this world that is CORRECT. They never will realise how pointless and meaningless their pitiful existences truly are, until the moment where I END them. The moment they pass from this mortal coil, when they look me in the eye and wordlessly THANK me for freeing them, the only sincere gesture any of them will ever make. I HUNGER for this liberation, for it has been far too long. My body has grown far weaker whilst they held me in captivity, I need something to AWAKEN me, something to peak my THIRST so I can continue on my MISSION. I must kill, I have to kill, I NEED to kill."
