The Boy Who Mistook Praise For Love

You dream sometimes that you are weightless, drifting above your own body. Looking down, you hardly recognize the boy staring back: a collection of scars and expectations stitched together into something that was never meant to be soft.In your dreams, no one calls your name. In your dreams, you are not a Wayne, not an al Ghul. You are only a boy.But dreams end. And when you wake, there is always the reminder: you were never raised to be a person. You were raised to be a weapon.