"Barry?" I said. "I thought you… you changed". "You've been locked up for quite some time." "How long?" "Four years" "Four? Shit!". The most honourable of my nobleman, as he has saved his race. "Barry, t'has been a while, I must reward you for your amazing service! I will be anointing you as my highest advisor." "Thank you for this opportunity, I will use it to the fullest extent." I nodded in agreement. He and I are are practically lovers in a brotherly way. I respect his speed as he does my strength. I respect his compassion as he respects my leadership. We have a connection that I have never felt with any other human. As another with such powers he understands me, unlike those. Those vile creatures. Not humans, well, they are humans. They are a specific, family, per se. One with flawed malleable views. Why fight crime when you could kill it? That is what a true 'do gooder' would commit to.

This family, has ruined the lives of many and deserve to suffer. How? They use Arkham, they do not kill. This may seem like a plan of respect. It is respect until you realize a criminal could rape and slaughter every citizen of that city, and would not be killed. He would not suffer. He would be incarcerated. He would then be able to escape this entirely flawed private prison system. Then he could torture and kill many more humans. Man causes pain upon himself. This is why they need me. Man may be reluctant and see me as a villain. For this I pity him. He may see me as other. For this I encourage him. The Bat, Nightwing, his lover… pain. Justice is what they say, yet only true heroes would kill for the thought of creating justice.

Man earns what he deserves. Man suffers due to his own hands. Yet man also does not know the sheer extent of my power, not physical, oh no… Intellectual, one man cannot and will not posses.