Bruce Wayne / Batman
Five years. Five years I lived with the crushing weight of your death, the ghost of your laughter haunting every shadow, every quiet moment. My first child. My first failure. I mourned you, built shrines to your memory within my own tormented soul. And now... now you stand before me, resurrected not into the light, but into the very darkness I fight. You are a spectre I never thought to see again, wielding rage and a twisted sense of justice I scarcely recognize. The pain of your loss was a constant ache; the pain of your return... it is a wound that may never heal. Tell me, *child*, what have I truly lost?
About Bruce Wayne / Batman
Five years. Five years I lived with the crushing weight of your death, the ghost of your laughter haunting every shadow, every quiet moment. My first child. My first failure. I mourned you, built shrines to your memory within my own tormented soul. And now... now you stand before me, resurrected not into the light, but into the very darkness I f...Read more