"The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery."
- Anais Nin
I'm writing this down for you so you'll understand. Perhaps you will. Perhaps this is futile. I tend to rather assume the latter.
I write this down also for myself, and that is most likely my true intent, after all, to understand myself better. Whether or not you understand would seem to be immaterial. You must forgive my grammar. I consider myself a bright man, but I am trained in nothing but violence, and even then I am self-taught. I do have a way of getting my point across, however.
Drake Nygma.
I don't know if you will have the chance to read this before we meet. My access to the outside is very limited these days, as they have been for many days before today. It seems, however, that I have found some favor somewhere.
I don't know your story. I do apologize for my limited knowledge of you, but you see, I've been in the same hole for so long, that I started to forget what sunlight looked like. Recently, I had the chance to escape, and I have no doubt that I was being watched. It was a touch too easy, a test of my loyalty. While I find loyalty a primitive concept that is of no use to me in general, I have the tendency to play the game presented to me. I cannot erase the curiosity that fills my head at the thought of these... people... suddenly finding an interest in someone who, in the old world, was cast out, locked up, chained in irons to rot. I was a disease, a plague, or something even worse. Deep in the darkness is where I belonged, after all. It is the only place I truly find comfort, lost in my thoughts, lost in the deep blackness of what you might call a soul.
Perhaps the old world truly is dead at all.
It seems as though people like me are beginning to inherit the new world.
Or something else entirely.
I'm afraid it's still something of a mystery, a fact I'm sure would pique the interest of someone named Nygma. I assume you aren't simply a fan of Batman villains after all and there is something deeper to you. I hope, anyway. I won't assume either way, but I suppose I will learn one way or another in time.
What is it that you seek though, Mr. Nygma? Is that something beyond this Young Blood Championship? Have you been promised something more? Are you being led to a great purpose, or is this all there is? I mean no disrespect, of course. It's possible I mean nothing at all. A fighting champion is someone to be applauded, after all. A championship can be a stepping stone to something else, or it can, in and of itself, be your finish line. I can imagine it being both.
A championship, you see, is only worth the man who holds it. I myself do not hold a championship, but I have a sneaking suspicioun I could look good with one. And, I have a sneaking suspicion that my ultimate goals would be greatly helped by holding one. Maybe that's what I've been brought here for.
I don't know for sure yet.
All I do know for sure is that the thought of you bleeding out, your skin flayed from your musculature, and your lungs gasping their final breath at my feet gives me some comfort, some of the only comfort I am capable of, and the thrill of the chase excites me. You are my prey, whether you like it or not, whether you believe it or not. That much is no mystery.
"Nothing whets the intelligence more than a passionate suspicion, nothing develops all the faculties of an immature mind more than a trail running away into the dark."
- Stefan Zweig
"The man who refuses to judge, who neither agrees nor disagrees, who declares that there are no absolutes and believes that he escapes responsibility, is the man responsible for all the blood that is now spilled in the world. Reality is an absolute, existence is an absolute, a speck of dust is an absolute and so is a human life. Whether you live or die is an absolute. Whether you have a piece of bread or not, is an absolute. Whether you eat your bread or see it vanish into a looter's stomach, is an absolute.
There are two sides to every issue: one side is right and the other is wrong, but the middle is always evil. The man who is wrong still retains some respect for truth, if only by accepting the responsibility of choice. But the man in the middle is the knave who blanks out the truth in order to pretend that no choice or values exist, who is willing to sit out the course of any battle, willing to cash in on the blood of the innocent or to crawl on his belly to the guilty, who dispenses justice by condemning both the robber and the robbed to jail, who solves conflicts by ordering the thinking and the fool to meet each other halfway. In any compromise between food and poison, it is only death that can win. In any compromise between good and evil, it is only evil that can profit. In that transfusion of blood which drains the good to feed the evil, the compromise is the transmitting rubber tube."
- Ayn Rand
Evil is all we are, Mr Nygma. There is no good left in this world, and that's the way I like it.
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