A little strange I'm aware, found this lying around- what do you think?
Note that I'm not a huge fan of Batman so apologies for innacuracies
The man glared at the mask. It sat on the table in front of him, black, sharp and lifeless. Where was the being who wore it with pride as he saved another from a burning building? Where was the man that would throw his life away for the good of the city, the planet? The person was a stranger to the man now. Why? He had simply lived too long. His joints had weathered, his skin had creased, but he remained stubbornly alive. No bullet had found its target, no poison its victim, he had felled his enemies one by one. Until there was nothing, no allies left alive, each claimed in some gruesome manner. The man who had saved the earth and the lives of hundreds would die in his old age.
He wouldn't have a heroes death.
He would have the death, of a frail old man who's mind would be long gone, and that was perhaps the most cruel of blows his enemies could've ever dealt.
The ageing hero swore, as he sat and glared at the mask, he could hear the Jokers laugh.
Constructive Critisim wanted :)