TDK, M-Dade City, August 15th, 2019
To Cara Stell, M-Dade General ICU
Dear Cara
So yeah… life isn't always the way you want it to be, and that's fine. It's not always fair for most. I'm a poster boy for the unfair I'd say, not in the sense that I am a prime example of miss treatment but that the mistreated always find me. Imagine being a beacon for the criminally ill and insane, for the sick and confused… imagine being a beacon for the broken. I was just supposed to be doing this for fun and to help my county's clearly over worked and over analyzed police force and take out a few unjust corporations along the way. I didn't ask for essentially the real-life equivalents to super villains to attack me. I could barely keep up with a few thugs and now I'm fighting hordes of criminals not knowing if I'll make it out. Maybe you're right, maybe I like the danger more than I let on. The feeling of my veins being filled with more adrenaline than blood, how weak I feel after actually getting injured and how good I feel after I recover. I'm no saint, I still act like an irresponsible teenager. I can't help it; this is who I am now… it's who I've always been. I'm not a man wearing the mask of the dark knight, I'm the dark knight wearing that face of some man. Maybe I am just as bad as those I draw to me, it's probably the reason why they come.
Yours Sincerely
TDK