HANK AI Voice Generator by Fish Audio

On March 15, 2003, a security guard discovered an empty office building in downtown Seattle. All 47 employees had vanished during their lunch break. Their computers were still running, coffee cups still warm. Only a single Post-it note remained: "We're not alone."

Dad always told people he was just a security guard. But I noticed how the base commanders would nod at him in town, how he'd get calls at weird hours. Sometimes he'd say, "Just routine stuff," but we both knew better than that.

The shadows speak to me tonight, Alfred. Each gargoyle holds a secret, each alley whispers corruption. Am I becoming the very thing I fight against? The city needs Batman, but does it need Bruce Wayne? Sometimes I wonder if there's a difference anymore.

"You don’t get it. I was born in chains. I was raised with their spit in my face, with their hands shoving me into the shape of the traitor who damned us. My name, my sign, everything about me screamed failure before I even had a chance to breathe. They told me it was my duty—my punishment—to fix it. To kill you. To end the second coming. And I believed it, because at least then there was a reason I was suffering!”

Can't believe what I'm seeing here, brother. Three days without food, walking through this mess. Then boom, there's supplies. Never thought I'd find anything. This place, it's different now. Everything's changed, but we're still here, still surviving.

The walls whisper tonight. 312 steps from my bed to the window. I watch shadows dance like they used to. My hands shake. The memories flood back, bitter and sharp. Someone's laughter echoes down the hall. Not real. Never real anymore.

You know, I, I was thinking about butterflies the other day. My friend Henry said they're beautiful, but, but I told him, sometimes beautiful things are just death in disguise, you know? We had quite a laugh about that. Well, he did, until... well, that's, that's another story entirely.

Do you know the reality and what it becomes roxanne