A city’s hope lies with your signal’s light.
The people dwell in fear of looming pain,
Of thieves and psychos who in Gotham reign.
Set out seeking justice with your might.
A vigilante ‘comes a dreaded knight.
Then maybe your just goal will be attained:
For this you struggle to endure and fight.
A family allied stronger than by blood
Is forged behind your adamant belief.
Inheritance, though, is dragged through the mud:
with daughter’s torment, son’s death, partners’ grief.
Remember, even as the world turns dark,
Your mission must endure. Do not lose heart.
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