It began when he peered into the future, into a distant time where the Kingdom of Man has already been engraved into the fabric of Creation. Among the seven-billion-plus-humans on Earth, one particular human had intrigued him. A man whose parents' deaths had led him to dedicate his life to fighting those who threatened the innocent, all the while donning a bat-themed costume.
Fascinated by this mindset, this fueled his need to adopt a similar persona that everyone would immediately recognise; added bonus if it managed to instill some fear.
He needed to be…
Centuries later
"I see you're still going with the potoos," Death observed aloud. "Bold choice."
"Your sarcasm is welcome here, Horseman," the Potoofather rasped a gleeful chortle.
