I am vengeance

I am pain

I am darkness

I am night

What am I?

Who am I?

What am I to do?

Born of death

Without true life

Eight years of innocence

Shattered in two moments

Forever scratched into my psyche

Is there a purpose to this madness?

Do I have a soul?

Is it lost?

Did I ever have a soul?

Is it still within?

Forever scratched into my psyche

Is there a purpose to this madness?

Draped in the darkness

Afraid of the light?

Am I afraid?

Do I really want to know?

Do I care?

Would it change anything?

Would I cleave more closely to my cause?

Would my resolve be strengthened?

Or would I be weakened?

Was I violated so long ago?

Do I play the victim?

I will be the victim?

I have risen above the cold

It no longer affects me

I have overcome

Damn it! I have overcome!

I am still a victim

Am I not?

I wonder what they would think?

Would the clown laugh?

Would the bird caw?

Would that drug-addicted freak think me too weak

Too pitiable

To attack?

Then again

He did know me

And

He broke me

I am not to be pitied

I am to be feared

I must find the resolve

I must regain the darkness

I must drape myself in night's blackened arms

I must again take up the mantle

I must heal

I must recoup my losses

Never again will an innocent suffer

Never again will a child lose a parent

Never again will I be broken

I am night

I am vengeance

I am pain

I am Batman.