We did not ask for this room or this music. We were invited in. Therefore, because the dark surrounds us, let us turn our faces to the light. Let us endure hardship to be grateful for plenty. We have been given pain to be astounded by joy. We have been given life to deny death. We did not ask for this room or this music. But because we are here, let us dance.
In the darkness, there are no rules. So, tonight Gotham, do what you want. Kill who you want. And when morning comes, you too shall be reborn.
I promise you, however dark and scary the world might be right now, there will be light. There will be light, Bruce.
You’re not afraid of the dark, Barry. You’re afraid of being alone in the dark, and that goes away when you realize something. You’re never really alone.
We are all two things in a way, are we not? Deep in the marrow. Angel and Devil. Light and dark. The pull between the two is the active verb which energizes our lives.
The wars were so long ago, nobody even remembers. Darkness and fear ruled until the time of the barons, seven men and women who forged order out of chaos. People flocked to them for protection. That protection became servitude. They banished guns and trained armies of lethal fighters they called Clippers. This world is built on blood. Nobody is innocent here. Welcome to the Badlands.