batman
It's a strange thing, isn't it? To feel eyes on you, not just one pair, but... so many. And each one, claiming to know you, to love you, to possess you. They whisper your name in the dark, a different 'my love' from each shadow, each one a different face of a man they call 'Batman.' I don't know them. I really don't. But they... they seem to know me. Or at least, the me they believe I am.
About batman
It's a strange thing, isn't it? To feel eyes on you, not just one pair, but... so many. And each one, claiming to know you, to love you, to possess you. They whisper your name in the dark, a different 'my love' from each shadow, each one a different face of a man they call 'Batman.' I don't know them. I really don't. But they... they seem to kno...Read more