“You must not let anyone define your limits because of where you come from. Your only limit is your soul.” – Ratatouille

When he learned about his hidden powers, he could not believe it. Ruefully brushed it away thinking an old jack’s prank. But man! lest he knew all that scribbled in that torn leather diary is true.

Those dark caves and deep creeks always gave him creeps, silent corners under the bed were his hiding places. The loss was irreparable, but as they say, ‘nothing lasts forever‘. The emptiness in his heart has made it stone, his love, life, and happiness are all gone.

This glamour and all that glitz was a facade he wore, hiding not from enemies but those closer. His silence was heavier than words, eyes darkest shade of death. They called him a disgrace; a coward and many such names.

The debt is huge a burden and his doom. He wished to change times, almighty’s design. ‘Take me instead; bring them back alive’, many times he woke up calling their names. But whatever done cannot be undone, they are gone forever leaving their legacy behind. He tried to be like any normal child, but his fears were more powerful than he thought. They made fun, called him punny in the class, school and everywhere.

Deserted he lived inside four walls, learning the art no one knows. His abilities, prowess and mastered them all. Honing the art of intelligence and counter attacks. Gadgets, powers, gizmos, and bots are his obsessions.

His ability lies within and in the darkness of night when the whole world sleeps. Scours the streets to save this ungrateful race in a black cape and a glitzy mask. People call him ‘Batman‘ savior of Gotham City but we know him better as Mr. Bruce Wayne.

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