He doesn’t fight in the dark; he fights because darkness is his game. The dark crusader is what inspired me all my life, and when he went away it filled me with this emptiness and hope. Using these incentives, waiting for his return, I became a cop. Nobody can ever do what he has. I made a start and became the un-masked version of him, merely following the way of fighting crime as prescribed by the constitution. That did not bring me to peace. I knew he was out there. I knew my hero still continued to live and was simply thwarted down by life.
He isn’t simply a hero, fighting for justice against the wrong, guided by his strengths. He is the hero who is guided by gloom which is his light, filled with the frustrations of the common man. Don’t misjudge the use of his gadgets for deprived skills in battle. The opponent is as well equipped. Those gadgets are his substitutes for the power and influence that the bad guys with-hold. Folks might believe him to be wrong and want him to come out in the open, but a hero doesn’t need attention as a driving force. Nor does he need all the money in the world. He fights because he has to. His fears lie in our fears and insecurities. In a way he is just like the bad guys. The Joker and the others were justified in their needs that motivated them to cause commotion. So does my hero, for whom peace is brought in his need to fight.
A hero too has weaknesses. He too can love. He too hates, and does all in his power to stay away from the bad. Yet, the bad is what attracts him. He is never wrong in his actions. He runs away from the world choosing to live alone except for a little help to stay hygienic. Don’t we need help too? Don’t we all need a hero? He’s a savior, however, just like us in many ways. He’s a super-hero but most of all humane.
Every day of my life I prayed to get a chance to meet him in real. I pray not to the Gods but destiny itself. In life, I had no space for a place like heaven. Only his name was hallowed in my existence. And then when disasters come once more upon Gotham, I see him. He was there all along. If only I had realized. He came, he fought and he saved my life. Just like always. Just like a true super hero would. And also he reformed me. He made me believe in his ways. He made a believer in his way of fighting out of me. I got a chance to thank him. Sometimes you need a little push to make you a fighter and not just a defender. I now wear a mask. He saved my life for a reason. A reason you and I now know why.
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