The Beginnings
In Gotham living a normal life becomes harder and harder every second of the day. Itching to get into your costume when you know there is danger. You want to fight, but you can't now not until that hot ball of gas that gives us light darning the day goes down. I can't fight I am the warrior of the night not the day. I come when the moon shines over the darkness that holds the most pure evil that no civilian should encounter. The villains roaming the night. I can't stand them, but the one I hate the most is the Joker.
I was at a play with my parents. Enjoying the night and eating the most amazing food I have ever had. I sat their pondering and let my mind wonder within my untamed thoughts. The performers in their black costumes matched the darkness of the background with their long pointed ears. The long fullness of their wings, their fangs long and sharp.
I wondered what it would be like to be a bat and yes they were suppose to be bats. It was called Bats for a reason. Anyway I wondered what it would be like to be a bat to fly high in the moon lit sky without a care in the neither a world or a universe exploring the night to see Gotham in a different view. Gracefully, taking the night roaming the wide open air. As I wondered into my mind, the play continued.
