"You couldn't stop me." The Bat said, crawling on the ceiling "You tried to push it back, you thought you could just quit like it was some summer job..." The Bat moves to the ground, grabbing the carpet with her claws, her membranous wings blocking out the little light in the room "You know what you are, a mask, a persona to hide what you really are." The Bat held up a cowl in her claws, it was black with pointed bat ears on it's sides "You are him, you are vengeance, you are the night, you are Batman."