Batman Begins Batman -

But that was later. That was an alley. This was a fall.

He stepped off the gargoyle, the cape catching the thermal updraft from the burning wreckage below. As he glided into the blind night, a child in a tenement watched from a cracked window. The child saw not a man, not a creature, but a shape against the moon—a silhouette of a bat. Batman Begins Batman

Bruce looked at the man—a thief, a killer, yes. But a man. His hands, wrapped around the hilt of the blade, trembled not with fear, but with a different sickness: the memory of his father’s suture kit, the Hippocratic Oath, the scalpel that heals and never cuts for vengeance. But that was later