As a young child, i watched my parents murdered before my very eyes. Thomas and Martha (my parents) were walking home from the Monarch Theater one night with me, when we were held up at gunpoint by a mugger who demanded the pearl necklace that my mother was wearing. When when my father refused to surrender it, both he and my mum were shot dead in the streets :\.The killer was a criminal known as Joe Chill who was quite notorious round those parts at the time although he got his justice. Fortunately, my physician and social worker Leslie Thompkins was making a house call that night, and arrived to give me the loving comfort to the traumatized 10 year old me. I decided early that I would never take a life. Right around the time I decided that I wanted to live. It wasn't an arbitrary decision and it was more than moral. It's about identity. As long as you can choose that, choose who you are in the world... you can choose to call yourself sane.
I was then raised at my Manor estate as i had pretty succesfull parents, so we could afford those luxuries, with the help from my loyal butler i was cared for into my adulthood where he still serves me today but on a more...fatherly role. I had very few friends during my childhood, none if im totally honest, that can also be said for today as i dont trust anyone, not even my closest of ''friends'' theres this one ''friend'' who thinks he's totally indestructable but thats BULLSHIT! ive got plans just incase he thinks hes too good for the rest of us...ive always got plans! i tend to do that a lot. theres been too much drama in my life that having a back up plan is a must have!
and not just that! i got this DICK of a guy who wont stop harassing me! thinks he's a funny guy, well hes wrong hes just sick and twisted i would and could take him down but...theres just something perverted about our relationship something dark and horrific that i enjoy kicking his ass and having him just come back for more! honestly i could have killed him a few times for the hurt and grief he has caused but... i just dont! dont ask its complicated!
as for my love life it sucks actuall dick! suuuure i get a lot of pussy and i mean A LOT! but being a playboy of the sorts gets old quick! i would settle down with a women but every women i know is either fucking bat shit insane trying to kill me or running around in skimpy skin tight clothing! sure thats brilliant but only in the bedroom! ask yourself would you let your women run about in a catsuit and flirt with other men or run around with a rope tying guys up in blue and white hot pants I DONT THINK SO!
Who ever is reading this you and I... with what we do... what's at stake... we can't fail. Others don't understand, but even if it's... impossible, we still have to succeed, your life could end here, now, and nobody would ever know. Would anyone even miss you? Tell me, what's your life worth, punk... ? because mine its worth NOTHING!
But in the end all i want is to sit down...im tired, im tired of all the pain, suffering and hate in the world One day, there will be no pain, no loss, no crime. Because of me, because I fight. For everyone out there. One day, I will win and that is the day i could die ! but before that i have to inspire a different generationthat is why i will pass down my mantle to others i see worthy.
you see guys my life is like a cheap whore down by the docks always getting fucked, fucked in the ass by life and when i think all the fucking is over and i can stop the life i persue i just get picked up and slapped around by the shit covered dick of injustice, left fucking comatosed on the floor filled with evils seed. knowing that i have to get right back up there and do the whole thing all over again...but you see i willingly do it as i believe one day the world will get tired of fucking and it will just sit down AND FUCKING BEHAVE.
In the end i keep punching along hoping it will get better but until then my life doesnt mean anything...but it sure as hell doesnt mean i wont try as Years ago, I created a mighty lie an almost demonic creature of violence and vengeance, a night-beast whose very presence would strike fear into the criminal heart. But the lie was born to serve the greater good. The lie protected the innocent, the forsaken. The lie serves justice...for i..i'm the goddamn batman! and my life SUCKS!.