From the journal of Alfred Pennyworth
The Dark Knight has ridden forth to face his Moriarty. What that comparison lacks in elegance it makes up for in narrative power. I pray that such power will remain constrained by the chaos of reality, which is never as tidy as artists would lead us to believe. More is the pity.
Angels, it has been said, weep not to see the evil men do; rather they weep to see the good that is wasted in men when they choose to do evil. So it is with the man known as the Demon's Head. What could he have wrought on this Earth, had he not been corrupted by pride?
Angels, it has been said, weep not to see the evil men do; rather they weep to see the good that is wasted in men when they choose to do evil. So it is with the man known as the Demon's Head. What could he have wrought on this Earth, had he not been corrupted by pride?