Thank You, Silence.

Early on, Kory asked why do I do this? […] She asked why, when I get up in the morning, I look forward to putting on my costume and fighting the bad guys. But we got interrupted by the Fearsome Five or Deathstroke or some other nutjob super-villain. I never answered her. Always thought I was a fairly well adjusted guy who looks forward to wearing a costume. I mean I’m not out for revenge. I don’t need to prove anything to myself. And I have money. More than enough to buy my own island hideaway. So why do this? Why do I do any of this? Barbara would say it’s because I know it’s the right thing. ‘When you look into the abyss…’ But no. She’s wrong. It’s impossible to think of anything other than the immediate moment when you’re trading punches with some meta powered glandular reject. When your fist connects with flesh, you’re not thinking of the past. When their fists dislodge bone, it’s hard to think of some stupid thing you said to someone you love … that sent them running away. And when you are half-dead on the ground, half-blown to pieces … it’s impossible to think. Period! I should find Kory. I should find her and tell her that I don’t do this because it’s the right thing to do. I do this because it’s the only thing I dare let myself do. I do this because its easier … ‘the abyss also looks into you’ … easier than having to think.