Batman: Never Again


I don't know how long it's been anymore since I had the stupid idea of playing hero stuck in my head. Maybe I wasn't thinking clearly when I designed the costume that I used to fight crime.

I should've died in there.

This suit has given me nothing but trouble. Everyone hated me. I don't know what kept me going. My parents? I've already avenged them. Maybe it
was the sight of Tim dying in the hands of the Joker. Or Barbara leaving her role as Batgirl behind forever.

I should've died in there.

Maybe it's time to learn the truth of who I am. What I can become. Not some old fool using a gun as a way to stop the pain. Batman's been the core of my problem. Always destroying relationships, pressuring me. Until when I finally broke down. At the warehouse.

I should've died in there.

Maybe a new person, younger, can take the burden of Batman. Someone who doesn't need to care about health, or anything. Rebellious. Perhaps the day will come. Or maybe not. Either way, I will no longer be Batman. I will no longer be Gotham's savior, or curse. No, the time has come for me to abandon the mantle.

Never again.