"Where should I begin? Ah, right. The Batfamily.

They aren't bad people but, let's be frank, they aren't perfect either. They're just human. Maybe because of that I never managed to truly hate them.

And, god knows, I tried, very, very hard. I wanted to paint them as villains of my story, to point at the exact moments when the promises had been broken so many times I had stopped trusting a single word that stood close to "it's a promise, chum". To scream in their faces about how I felt back then, being sidelined like a wrench somebody forgot was in the toolbox because it didn't quite fit.

I know I'm, probably, not as smart as Tim. Not as strong as Jason. Not as charismatic as D​ick. I'm just... me. That should be enough. It never felt like it was.

And you know what? Screw this, all of it. It's my life. I'm living it like I see fit."

— the last entry from your diary.