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The first night
The Gotham Cathedral erected itself in the middle of the city...it was the last point between the bridges and the narrows, it's Victorian details allowed me to climb to the top of the west corner from here I can see the whole Bob Kane bay area…this is a beautiful town when good people slumbers in the comfort of their houses and evil awaits for the morning, just like the animals in the prairie, any predator can and will become a victim…
This is my first night out, the adrenaline in my body makes want to move around, but I have to hold still...have to assume control of my surroundings, for I am now more than a man…I am a symbol…this is the night that ended sixteen years of guilt, pain and nightmares and seven years of training around the world…this night signifies my graduation…I'm not getting a diploma or a dirty ninja outfit…for the first time in my life I caught the essence of what I was meant to do…to inflict fear on those who pray on the fearful, to be symbol against corruption…that no children ever endure what I must to become what I am today.
For a moment pain stopped, I was no longer Bruce Wayne a man torn by guilt and despair; I inhabited this body though the events but I was so much more…I became a beast, a monster that unleashed its rage against the evil man that found lurking in the docks, carrying boxes full of poison for a man so twisted that conscience was no longer affecting him, I enjoyed it more that I would like to admit it… this creation of mine should be hold on check or it will surely destroyed the host…by as strange as it may sound…I found peace.
Carmine Falcone is a thug but he said something that reverberated many nights in my dreams, whether I was in a dirty cabin room on a ship going nowhere or a Nepalese prison… he said that there is a power man cannot buy, it was the power of fear…and fear, deception would be my primary weapon against the cowardly lot the underworld is… I would find a way to become more than a mere mortal… I would outlast every one of them.
I don't know if my father memory would forgive my actions on this night… Alfred loves to much to be opposing me, but I know he is afraid for my health and future, besides the obvious my sanity...he was not there with me when I caught Falcone and dragged him out of the limo and into the light or when I stopped his thugs one by one…he didn't listen to their screams of terror…but "The Batman" is so much more….my father did not beg for mercy like Falcone said, he quietly faded away leaving me behind to a place I couldn't follow.
I must not let my emotion move me from where I'm standing…I still have to get used to the suit…about the suit… was it fate that Lucius Fox worked on an experimental battle suit that never saw production? The light memory cloth which serves me as a cape? The vehicle that I took as my own?…I shouldn't waist my time thinking about the endless possibilities... I started a path of righteousness, my own personal battle with those who hurt or benefits on the disgrace or needs of others…to those I tell them a silent threat, I will be here.
The sun rises from the east and a helicopter is closing in the cathedral, I must go back now...because we all know that bats are nocturnal creatures.
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