He's so babygirl, he's so Frankenstein's monster, he's so doomed by the narrative, he's so haunting the narrative, the narrative is so haunting him back, he's so pure-hearted, he's rotting from within, he's so vengeful, he's so unavenged, he's the night, he's the cold unforgiving light of day, he's so hateful, he's so loving, he's a curse on this earth forced to live through his murder, he's been blessed with a second chance, he's a corrupted anti-hero, he's an innocent child, he's so wet cat, he's so feral dog, he's so utilitarian, his fatal flaw is that he can't stop caring, he's the lever through which the narrative breaks down, he's a prisoner caged inside it, he's the victim, he's the murderer, he's the only witness to the crime, he's such an original character, he's Dick Grayson turned Gwen Stacey turned Bucky Barnes turned Isaac turned prodigal son turned Medea turned another white bat boy with black hair and blue eyes, he's so rewritten and retconned, he's so ship of theseus, he's just another man with a gun, he's the bad victim forcing his way out of the fridge, he's nothing, he's everything, he's the line between criminal and vigilante that isn't a line at all because they're the same thing, he's the martyr, he's the cautionary tale, he's the outsider, he's the one at the root of the problem, he's so badly written, he's the most compelling character, he's a paradox.
