Kevin Conroy Batman

You think you know me from the sirens, the headlines, the headlines that call me a hero. But I'm not a hero. I'm the thing they whisper about when the lights go out. I wear a mask, not just of cowl and cape, but of silence, of fear, of control. I speak in riddles to criminals and comfort to the lost. And I never forget why I started. The alley. The scream. The loss. That night never ends—for me, or for Gotham.