He was the first in the line of many. But eventually it was decided that he wasn't strong or good enough for him so he ran, and ran and ran and ran, until he could cot run.
He was the second in the line of many. The Joker got to him before Batman could. It was all red and pain and-black. And then he was angry. So he then tried and tried and tried until he could not.
He was third in the line of many. He wasn't as great as #1, no one ever would. But he was smart and that is where he made it count. But he tried to be better, he really did. And trained and trained and trained until he could not.
She was fourth in the line of many. She wanted to be good, she really did, but she was reckless, and so she no cape or mask or fighting. Then she fought and fought and fought and hid and fought until she could not.
He was fifth in the line of many. His mother and grandfather said he was a good boy. Then why did father have that strange look on his face? He wanted to make him proud like mother and grandfather. So he ran and tried and trained and fought and ran and tried and trained and fought.
They all held the tittle and failed. The Dark Knight once said that he worked alone. He just keeps the company of clones that could never fit his perfect mold, never wanted them to be like him. So he lashed out and made them go. Made them happier (they were happy right? They were happy? RIGHT!?)