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In Gotham's depths, where shadows tightly cling, A guardian emerges, silent as a wing. With cowl and cape, his presence strikes with might, A symbol of justice, veiled in the night.

He is Batman, protector of the forsaken, In darkness and chaos, he remains unshaken. With vigilant eyes, he surveys the city's plight, A beacon of hope, dispelling fear's blight.

In orphaned pain, his origin resides, A tragedy that fuels his relentless strides. His parents' loss, an eternal wound to bear, He channels the grief into a vow to repair.

With martial skills, honed through endless strife, He stands against evil, defending life. No superpowers, just human grit and will, He fights for justice, never to fulfill.

A symbol of strength, he battles inner demons, Haunted by shadows, where his past teems. Yet he rises above, a force to reckon, A testament to resilience, unbroken.