Anger and Love and Fierce Loyalty
poured from the sky, making the nightmares screech and smoke and
finally slither back into the darkness. Bruce forced one eye open
and peered up into the light. He saw a familiar face, kind blue
eyes, and a hand held out for him.
He knew what
was waiting for him
out there. Blank white eyes staring, hungry for the heat and
warmth that had been given to him. To Bruce. And now he
would have to give up all that warmth. Return to the cold, the
darkness. The Mission.
Shadows of his own swirled and
engulfed him, feeding him with power, swelling
his form with speed and strength until he stood tall in the
night. He was darkly magnificent. He was Batman.
Clark
flew out of the cave and straight up. Up, up, further past the
fear and the humans and their confusing needs and their refusal to
understand his own. He pierced the stratosphere and exploded into
motion, throwing himself into the sun. 
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Special thanks to Alex Cooper for
the "Spooky Bat". All other pics belong to DC artists Turner,
McDaniels and Owens.