Bruce looked at Paris, again as if he was trying to see how much to involve the other man. But he so clearly was set on dedicating himself to the cause...
"I'm from a city, in lands undiscovered in your time, which everyone will tell you is evil. That the city is rotten and corrupt to its very core and always has been. That it's 'fated' to always be so, by decisions of gods or devils or spirits of whatever sort." He wrings his hands together and there's that intensity in his eyes again, this time because he was talking about home. "It's not. It's had its greatness, and still does, and it's a city unlike any other. But, the evil there is worse than anything supernatural they would claim."
He stops and there's that jaw clench again. "Because it's entirely man-made. It's when people forget they can be good, forget they are capable of it, and let themselves descend to the worst levels humanity can go."
"But Gotham is capable of better, it's not a lost cause, it's not unfixable. It's not too late for it, and it never will be too late. And all those who prey upon the innocent, and terrorize them...it Won't Happen Anymore. Because someone needs to protect them, and those who would do the opposite have been too free, too long."
The glint in his eye now along with the gravel, is similar to that which will one day cause both the greatest of criminals and the greatest of heroes to shiver. Such is the determination behind them. "This isn't about vengeance, Paris Bennett. No, it's about Justice. Justice is coming to them finally, and they will see what one man can do."
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