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Tragedies

It peeves me to see so many youngsters define forgetting their phones as a tragedy. What do they know about that? Nothing, I'd assume by their mediocre tantrums over irreplaceable items. Who are you to judge, Selina? I'm someone whose early life was defined by tragedy. It's not that I like to live in the past. I just cannot forget it. That stuff lingers. It's the kind of baggage you wish would get lost at an airport, but it never does. It always finds its way back to you. What I would do to forget that my life was changed drastically for the worse. What I would to to have known it would, may be things would've been different. But, would've, could've, should've all terms for the things that may never be. I don't regret how my life turned out because of it. I was forced to grow up at an early age. I went through things worse than forgetting a cellphone. But I survived and thrived. And now I'm able to recount the tales of lessons learned. Painful memories that shaped and molded me. Perhaps I'll write all about that another day, when nostalgia hits. Perhaps when I'm peeved. Or before reaching out for that bottle of...milk. For now, I must attend other duties. Good-bye.

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Meow Monday

Motorcycle is in the shop, way to start a week. That means more rooftop prowling and less long distance traveling. 

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How are things with ol' Batty?

The chemistry is purrfectly there, but unfortunately, so is his "I can't fall for a [bad] person" ego, not to mention both of our stubborn wills. For now, this whole "cat and mouse" game is entertaining. 

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Origins

You couldn't handle your brutalized lifestyle, you chose the easy way out. Forgetting about my sister Maggie and I. Did it ever occur to you that you were leaving us alone with a violent father? Your death was his excuse to drink the pain away and soon after he too would be gone. 

As the eldest, it would have been my job to care for Maggie, but we were separated. You didn't think about that did you, mom? 

Growing up; it wasn't easy. I took my chances on the streets of Gotham after being remanded to the Spring Hall Juvenile Detention Center. 

In order to survive, I had to become a thief. I roamed the streets at night. Prowling, like a cat. That is how it all began. 

So in a way, despite your abandonment, I am the person I have become thanks to you.

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My world is all just shades of grey, Batman. That's why you'll never really understand me.