There are two in this one because they're a bit short.
Everything You Ever-Doctor Horrible
I have everything I could ever want.
I have money, fame, power, and a membership to the most exclusive club on earth. I have women in droves but I'm still not happy.
I can have anything.
Except for her.
She's my everything and I can't have her.
As I fight to give justice a voice she fights beside me. The beacon of truth next to the knight of deception. I can never have her because I would only taint her. I would render her truth a moot point. She and I can't be together because I destroy any light that comes my way.
The criminals of Gotham bow before me just as her people bow before her. Even if I'm a king, there's too much blood on my hands. She's too kind, too close to the gods, for a ruined man like myself.
And I love her for it.
I want to be close to her, cherish her, love her. I want to sit beside her on a throne of justice. I want her.
I want to feel.
But I don't feel a thing.
I Found a Hobby- Little Shop of Horrors
Master Bruce found a hobby.
And there are too many bats for my taste.
Of course, the dark and brooding Bat was only a manifestation of Bruce's desire to rid himself of his own shadows. The Batman and Bruce Wayne were two sides of the same coin. A man trying to cope with the shoddy hand life dealt him.
Alfred wanted to curse Thomas Wayne (god rest his soul) for building this manor on these god-forsaken caves. They were smelly, bat infested, and all too perfect for Master Bruce's hobby.
Unfortunately this hobby also involved grappling hooks and being shot at.
For Bruce's aversion to guns he had a collection of bullets large enough to arm a small country.
It started when he was eight. After his parents' murder the young Master threw himself into learning about the company. He absorbed everything he could and kept his father's empire strong as a mere child.
While the other children played he sorted through paperwork and research projects. He could instruct most adults on income tax before he finished his first decade on this earth.
When he travelled the world for his training he picked up more than fighting techniques. He gained valor, honesty, kindness, compassion, and a host of other traits.
He also picked up sewing, archery, baking, and devil sticks.
Alfred still bore scars from that rather useless misadventure.
So he found many hobbies, but only one that stuck.
