He was always told how wonderful his future would be. It was so easy to believe, his life was perfect now; he lived in luxury, alongside wonderful people, who gave so much. The picture was almost complete, if only time had been sped up. But alas, it was not meant to be.
A shot rang out, heard only by the bleeding couple, their immobile son, and their killer. This killer was a nobody, he had no idea the chain reaction he set off that day. He was never apprehended, never identified. Just an anonymous puzzle piece in the grand scheme of things.
The boy was never the same. He lashed out at the world, giving into his fear, which he outwardly expressed as anger. So close to giving up, but then hope was sparked. Hope was all that was needed.
He trained, shaped himself into the epitome of a warrior, he learned how to harness the fear he once felt so sharply. He melded himself into the night itself, taking down evil-doer after evil-doer. He had become the hope for a city that had none for so long now.
The mask had consumed him, become him. His billionaire side was nothing more than a facade. He had fallen into the black, the depths of his soul. He was praised, honored, feared, put upon a pedestal.
But sometimes he asked himself if he was still human, was that any way to live? He pushed the questions away, for he couldn't answer those and do what needed to be done. Yet his soul was being eaten away at, after being around so much evil, one starts to lose hope, and hope is essential. The great and mighty Knight was being weakened from the inside out, it couldn't be long before he was swallowed whole. He kept pushing back the questions of humanity that wait for only so long. One must face themselves eventually.
So now the question was, save himself, or his city? He would of course choose the latter, except he didn't have to. One day a little bird flew into his life,
And Saved Him.
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