Disclaimer: I don't own Batman or Andrea or the Bat Signal. They are sole property of Warner Brothers and D.C. Comics. I do own that drop of rain that slid down his face, though. Its name is Aidan and he says "hi".

A/N: I thought a little bit of drabble might be nice to go along with the poem. It doesn't deal directly with the poem, but kind of complements it. If you know what I mean. Please read and review. I hope you enjoy.

Superhero Drabble

One drop of rain slipped down the mask, landing with a small plop on to the dark pants of a man. He didn't notice. Didn't notice the rain. Didn't notice the height of the gargoyle on which he was perched. Didn't notice the sound of horns honking and people yelling at each other on the streets below. His mind was elsewhere, on a red-haired woman who was dead. Or so he thought. Fingering the locket of gold in his hands, he wondered what the meaning of it was. Was this her way of saying good-bye? Or was it a sign that she was alive somewhere and that she would come back? He sighed loudly. What was he to do? The one person he truly loved seemed to be dead due to a vengeance she couldn't contain or resist. He was alone. But, wasn't that the way it was supposed to be? Him alone, fighting crime and making Gotham a safer place. Why was there so much pain, though? He thought with all his training there would be none. But, there it was. A pressure against his heart that would not go away. No matter what he tried, there it was ready to pounce on him and turn his mind into chaos. Why did it hurt so much? He put his head in his hands, moaning. Oh, the pain of it all. Should he just end it? Just cut the tie that bound him to Earth and go soaring into worlds unknown?

Suddenly, from a top the police tower, a bright yellow light shone through the storm clouds. The light made a shadow of a bat in the sky. He stood. He was being called. It was time to save the world. But, what was he to do about his soul? Could he find a way to save it, like he had to find a way to save Gotham tonight? Pulling out the grappling gun, he shot a wire across the chasm between the buildings. These ponderings must wait. For right now, he was the Batman and the world was in need of saving.