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Everyone has their secrets.
Whether it's an embarrassing pee-your-pants secret
To...
A family secret.
Or it could be something so secretive, just saying it can kill you.
Yet, even though you try to hide your secrets, there's always that little bird in the back of your mind, singing you the tale of your hush-hush.
That bird just never stops singing until you finally go mad and tell the world about your secret.
Simply because a little birdie told you so.
Everyone hides their secrets in different ways.
Some people write all their secrets down and then burn that list in their backyard.
Some people tie their most hated secret to a balloon and watch it fly away.
Most people just keep that secret close to them-selves and swear till their deathbed, they will never tell a soul.
I have... a different method.
My mask.
You think this was made to JUST hide my eyes? Right?
Wrong.
You think this mask was made JUST to keep my identity? Right?
Wrong.
Yes, it hides my eyes from villains so they don't know my secret identity, but that's not all it's made for.
Whenever I lie, it hides the truth from the dangers of others.
Whenever I cry, it hides my tears with a simple gesture of being on my face.
Whenever I feel most angry, it hides my weakness from my enemies... and my friends.
Ever since my parents died, I've learned not to keep people close.
Why, you may ask... it is because I can't get hurt.
I don't need love if that love turns into pain.
I don't need a hand to hold when I have myself.
I don't need a hug to share when I have my memories.
I don't need secrets shed when I have my mind.
And I don't need someone to wipe my tears when I have my mask.
They say your eyes are the windows to your soul. Well I don't need anyone looking at my soul, now do I?
I don't want someone's pity just for me to feel human. So I will lock those feelings down and hide behind my mask.
So no one will know why all my laughs and smiles are fake.
No one will know all my jokes are spoken to keep people away.
No one will know this horrible burden I have been chosen to bear.
No one will know all the pain I've suffered and all the lives that have been stolen from my life.
And I will be in my own little world—far away from anyone who dares come close to me.
No one will ever see my eyes beneath this mask for... personal reasons.
They say it's just to hide my identity.
They say it's for SAFETY reasons only.
Yet they will never know the true reasons I keep people at a distance and don't take off my mask.
And they never will.
I will never tell anyone till the day I die about the tragedies of my past.
I will bring down the name of Richard Grayson to the grave. So my secrets and my suffering can be done in privacy and silence.
My team will never know... even when I am long gone.
Because that will be the day when their little bird stops singing his song.
His song of Secrets.
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