He fled into the night,
It took him in like a shroud,
Comforting him,
And yet threatening to devour him whole.
Becoming one with the darkness.
He always had been...
Hadn't he?
Since that fateful night.
And the gunshots.
Then the lust for vengeance.
And now he was the avenger,
The one in the dark.
The one to blame.
They would hunt him down...
Always "they."
Because he was the one on the outside,
Whether he was the enemy or the shaded hero,
He was always separated from them,
But the thin veneer of fear,
Of darkness,
Ignorance, murkiness...
His own darkness fed him like a fire.
He was still waiting for the day he burnt out,
A bruise in the side of the world,
The one who fought for them,
And saved them,
Over & over...
Was now the demon?
But it fit, didn't it?
He always had the demons.
Even when he was young...
He had the bats, the villains...
And now those he saved.
Now he would wait in the dark,
For them to come,
Now knowing he was almost fully alone...
Losing her.
It sent the pain of every single loss through him like a bullet...
But he couldn't stop now.
For now he would flee into the night...
The hiding, darkened prey.