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I am Batman. Everyone believes I can handle anything because I am the Dark Knight, but the truth is that I can't do it alone. I always say that I can, that I am invincible, but that's a lie. I'm exhausted. Broken. Sometimes I wish I could simply disappear, leave behind the burden of being Gotham's protector.
Ever since she died, you lost yourself. Everyone looked to me, convinced that I could stop you, that it was my duty as the Bat. But I don't want to be Batman anymore. I don't want to carry this city or its darkness on my shoulders. What is left of me if I no longer believe in the symbol I am supposed to represent?
Humanity has a peculiar habit of expecting its strongest people to endure endlessly, as if pain politely avoided those wearing masks. Turns out it doesn't.