Egy kepregeny 1986-bol, ami (a Watchmennel egyutt) megvaltoztatta a mufajt. Az oreg, huszonevesek szamara mar varosi legendanak hitt, Batman meg egyszer, utoljara felveszi a maszkot es megmutatja, mire kepes egy ember, aki mindenrol lemondott, hogy nagyobb legyen onmaganal es megvaltoztassa a vilagot.
"But they never talk about the mean one. The cruel one. The one who couldn't fly or bend steel in his bare hands. The one who scared the crap out of everybody and laughed at all the rest of us for being the envious cowards we were. No, they never did talk about him. Say his name and watch Dibny's face sag so bad his jaw hits the bar. Not a man among them wants to hear about the Batman."
"The time has come. You know it in your soul, for I am your soul... You cannot escape me. You are puny, you are small, you are nothing--a hollow shell, a rusty trap that cannot hold me. Smoldering, I burn you--burning you, I flare, hot and bright and fierce and beautiful. You cannot stop me, not with wine or vows or the weight of age--you cannot stop me, but still you try. Still you run. You try to drown me out... But your voice is weak."
"This should be agony. I should be a mass of aching muscle--broken, spent, unable to move. And, were I an older man, I surely would... But I'm a man of thirty--of twenty again. The rain on my chest is a baptism. I'm born again."
"This will be a good life. Good enough."
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