“Why do we fall, Master Bruce?
Bruce knows the answer, but he can't remember it.
'I can't remember,' says Bruce. 'Tell me.'
'We fall,' says Alfred with a smile, 'so that we can learn to get up again.”
But I know the rage that drives you. That impossible anger strangling the grief, until the memory of your loved ones is just poison in your veins. And one day you catch yourself wishing the person you loved had never existed, so you'd be spared your pain.