The other day a kid became excited when he noticed the Batman tattoo on my right arm…

He was about six years old and told me that his favorite super hero was Spiderman because he could crawl on walls…

I smiled…

And I told him that I think he’s cool also…

He then asked, what made me like Batman?

I never really thought about it until then…

I realized…

Me and Batman are not that different from each other…

Besides him losing both his parents at a young age growing up to being a billionaire…

The rest of the story I can relate too…

I mean his suits black and im black…

He has a Bat Signal…

I have a cell phone service…

And im pretty sure the wall built to protect my feelings is just as strong his body armour…

If not then stronger…

You see Batman fights crime…

And Im just trying to fight the fake…

But what do you do when your own friends and family are the villains?

It doesn’t take the world’s greatest detective to realize when your being used and lied to…

Abused by the ones you cried too…

So what’s the point of caring for a family tree…

If it grows nothing but poison Ivy?

And then some wonder why people hearts beat cold like Mr.Freeze as if their lost of loyalty didn’t just drop the temperature below 0…

Robin you for your kindness…

Oh, and my favorite line I hear from people who had problems with me in the past is…

“I’m sorry, I just didn’t understand you”

As if im some type of complicated riddle that know one can figure out…

So they choose to assume the worst…

But unlike The Riddler…

If you just came to me and asked I would’ve gave you the answer…

But whats the point of figuring it out if you dont even trust me?

As if getting to know me is a combination lock without the numbers…

But if you were a true friend from the start…

You would’ve already have the skills of a locksmith so don’t even bother wasting neither one of are time…

And just like the Joker I find myself laughing at my life…

Like how Batman’s father isn’t alive for his birthdays…

And my dad just forgets about mine…

I wonder if Batman uses his cape to wipe the tears away…

No because Batman wouldn’t cry so why should I?

I mean, heroes are created to save…

Not sob…

And to seek justice is there job…

So why would Batman worry about my personal problems versus a bank being robbed?

But we all no life isn’t perfect so it really doesn’t bother me…

And sometimes money isn’t worth more than an apology…

Unless you pay bills…

So I understand why Bruce Wayne fights crime to escape the pain…

And If pieces of my heart was ripped into the shape of bats I would do the same…

Just so others wouldn’t have suffer from the truth that sometimes the bad guys are sitting right inside of your circle…

Smiling…

With their two faced personality right in front of you deciding which knife would make the perfect incision into your spine…

Now I see why Batman chooses to shed light on The Dark Night…

And I also know the feeling of being alone in the time of need finding myself trapt in a batcave inhailing stress with no exit…

Just to realize that you can’t always count on someone rushing to your rescue…

So you learn to become your own super hero…

So when this six year old kid asked me why I like Batman?

I told him…

Because he’s way cooler than Spiderman…

-Randum