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 ( Read more... )

Our Heavenly Father, thank You for keeping Your hand held in protection over this man. In the future, if You in Your infinite mercy and wisdom will permit, take this cup from him that he may live the rest of his days in peace. You have granted him so many gifts already, Lord. In return, and in his own fashion, he has served You well: labouring ( Read more... )

In but a month we will be celebrating Master Bruce's birthday, though it gives me pause to use such a term. He has not allowed himself to celebrate many things since that tragic day in June. Still, one has hope that this year he shall attend his charity ball from start to finish, with no surreptitious departures. One also realizes that ( Read more... )

Master Bruce has, at last, decided to begin his recovery in earnest. As is his custom, he has requested me to prepare a suitable confabulation of events for the members of the fourth estate ( Read more... )

The men and women of the fourth estate have been quite persistent. Fortunately Master Bruce, with his customary forethought, had prepared for this eventuality. I am not so optimistic as to think this will slake their hunger, but it will distract them for a time ( Read more... )

Miss Barbara has made herself at home, and is, in fact, looking remarkably well, with only the fatigue one would expect from a lady in her condition. (It would have been customary in my youth to refer to her as being in ( Read more... )

Wayne Manor has two guests for the immediate future: Ibn al-Xuff'asch and Her Highness Mar'i Grayson. I have taken the (doubtlessly inadequate) precaution of assigning them rooms on different floors--indeed, different wings--in anticipation of Master Bruce's orders, and most likely Master Richard's pleas ( Read more... )

Today Ms. Kyle returned to the Manor, bearing an envelope with a letter therein informing me that a handsome sum of money had been donated to Dr. Thompkins' clinic in my name. How extraordinary. Mr. Sage also paid us a call, bearing a box containing a double-layered chocolate cake and peanut butter fudge ( Read more... )

Ms. Kyle is quite adroit at gaining entrance to those places one would believe to be locked and barred against all comers.

And so another anniversary has passed. Master Bruce continues to shoulder his burden--alone, he will make stubborn claim--and when he is not occupied with other business, is steeling himself for his appearance at the next charity ball ( Read more... )