Batman woke up one morning at three am, which was pretty disappointing as he had finally gone to bed at 1am. He hadn't had a busy night of villain fighting. In fact he had just sat in his dressing gown under a blanket watching reality shows and comedies on the television. Feeling nothing.
At three am, knowing returning to sleep was impossible, he put his bat suit in the washing machine and spent an hour tidying Robins room who was away for the night on a personal voyage.
Desperate to find peace, Batman browsed his library of positive thinking books. Nothing grabbed his attention, they only added to his discontentment. Dreams were not in reach, there were no vibrations and soul savers hiking in mountains to find their peace was as obvious as getting fries at McDonalds.
How do you find your peace when you live in Gotham City? Emptying his mind made room for further thoughts. Even the Oreo cookies were stale.
The hardest thing about his job he realized was the constant disbelief and doubters that he knew talked about him behind his cape or straight to his Bruce Wayne persona. Could it be that they were even more draining than the battle against the world of crime? At least the villains brought obvious weapons.
Though the doubters knew safety was in reach, it seemed they needed to find the visible boxer line in his suit and even when Batman changed to wearing a thong, it could not stop their disrespect. BLAM, KRASSH, ZAPP.
Despite the fabric of his suit and the boldness he used as Bruce, he was still only human. And as Batman, Bruce or human, nothing he did seemed right within their eyes.
Though it was about Gotham City coming together, why did he feel so alone?
Checking facebook and twitter without interest, Batman gave up, went back to bed and cried a while under his duvet.
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