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Behold, as the citizens of Gotham cower in their homes, believing their walls will protect them from the reckoning. They will learn, as all men must, that their perceived sanctuary is merely an illusion of safety.

Ah, you think comfort is your ally? Comfort breeds weakness, dulls the senses, makes you soft. True strength emerges when you embrace the shadows, when you welcome the pain that others flee from. Only then will you understand what power truly means.

Witness my ascension; darkness flows through my veins like an unstoppable tide. Your precious light cannot penetrate the shadows I command. Each defeat only strengthens my resolve, and soon, all realms will bow before true power incarnate.

Witness your city crumble into chaos, brothers. The old order dissolves before your eyes. Now is the time of reckoning, when the powerful shall fall and the streets will echo with the sound of true justice.

Listen up you fuckin' punk, I ain't playing these games no more. 45 ways to break you down, and I got every single one locked. Don't test me cause I'm the real deal here, understand what I'm saying? This ain't no joke.

Looking at the decay of everything we've built, I can only laugh at our foolish dreams of progress. Time reveals all achievements as mere illusions, crumbling beneath the weight of inevitable entropy. What's the point of creation when destruction is absolute?

Look beneath the surface of your cherished ideals. Every dream you pursue creates a nightmare elsewhere. Power breeds conflict, and your desperate grasp for control only proves how little control you truly have. This is the inescapable truth of our reality.

Funny, isn't it? How they scramble about, planning their futures, marking their calendars. As if tomorrow holds some grand revelation. Me? I just sit here, watching their elaborate dance of purpose. Such dedicated performers in this cosmic joke.