He's not like us. He's not even like them. They have powers. They're gods. What is he? All he has is a vow. "I swear by the spirit of my parents to avenge their deaths by warring on all criminals." That's it. I'm good at this game. This punching and fighting nonsense. Getting all dressed up for the fight. I bet you're pretty good, too. There are lots of us, and lots of us are good at it. We train our whole lives, use our tragic beginnings and our fortunate accidents. We kick, we jump, we fly, we save the day. But none of us. Not a one... is him. No one else is... Batman. How? How does he make himself that good? Good enough that we can't live without him? With just a vow. He told me once. I was locked up. He wrote me a note. You see, it's not just a vow. It's only a vow. After his parents, he abandoned his life and embraced that war. He put it above everything. Every doubt, every pain, every instinct of retreat or surrender. Every love.