Batman: War on Crime
"I buried my parents here where I was eight. Since that day, part of me has always been bound to this place. To the memories of innocent people destroyed by crime. Ghosts long-departed and ghosts who still wait."
"I have sacrificed much to operate as Batman. My wealth buys me privacy, crucial to the survival of both my idenities. But what kind of man would I have become if things had been different. If, instead of using my fortune as a means to fight crime, I allowed myself to be ruled by it and all its temptations. If I truely became what I appeared to be to others."
"The shots told me what to expect. I'm not surprised when I see the bodies. Then I see something else. Something unexpected. But familiar."
"The boy's name is Marcus. The only family he has is awaiting the coroner's van.
"I see him later, sitting alone, lost in the confusion of a busy night at the station. In time the police will provide him with shelter and food. Perhaps counseling.
"It's hardly enough, and it won't wipe away what he's feeling tonight. The grief, rage, and fear.
"The first night is always the worst."
"Whether the scars are physical or mental, crime wounds everyone it touches.
"It brings injury and death.
"Poisons the mind and soul.
"And in the end, leaves only dispair."
"The woman behind the counter is a hardened criminal. I've hander her over to the police several times before. I'll probably do it again.
"Like many, she returns from confinement determined to maintain a quiet, low-profile extistence. She tries very hard to fit in. Working a simple job, forcing away any thoughts of her criminal past.
"I sense she doesn't know how to live this way. The crushing drudgery of her self-inflicted routine will soon send her back into past habits and the influence of old friends.
"There is a ssad predictability to this woman's situation. A frailty that I feel as her delicate hand brushes against mine.
"Crime is a netlike trap from which few truely escape."
"In my darkest moments, I'm taunted by the suspicion that my parents' murder was the best thing that ever happened to me. Cynically, I tell myself it has given my life a destiny and the means to fulfill it.
"I try to imagine what my life would have been like as a poor child on the street, my family gone, no one to look after me.
"Stripped of those resources, would I still have tried to fight crime however I could, or would I have turned my anger back on society as so many others have done?"
"Night after night I'm there, waging my fight against crime in whatever form it takes. I strike quickly and vanish, a vengeful extension of the darkness. My unspoken message swiftly spreads through the streets: Someone's watching, and he's angry."
"'Marcus, this isn't you. At least, it doesn't have to be. I saw what happened to your parents. I know what you're feeling.
"'A man with a gun once took away people I loved. I never stopped missing them. Never forgot it was to be alone.
"'You can't bring your parents back, but you can break the cycle of violence that took them. Don't be a part of it, Marcus.
"'Don't become what killed our families.'"
"I know I am fighting a war I can never completely win. But there are small victories that encourage me to keep trying. If I can win back one child, ther may be hope for many others. If it starts with one person, and then a neighborhood, then perhaps redemption can spread through an entire city, and finally back to me."
"I helped Marcus deal with his pain. It will take him some time, but I know it will eventually leave him.
"Maybe someday I'll feel I can leave mine behind as well.
"But for now I still wait."