She Who Scars Her Citizens

Trying to get caught up on my feeds reading, I stumbled across something I'd missed, written by my favourite DCverse fan-writer way back in March; Mithen.

For me, Batman is a symbol of hope in a very different way than Superman is. Superman is the dawning hope, the inspiring hope, the hope that brightens the soul. Batman, on the other hand, is the hope that keeps going even when there's no reason for it, the strength to get out of bed in the morning when there seems to be no point, the will to keep moving through the darkness when you're not certain there will ever be an end to it. He's a willed hope, a bone-deep faith that a mere human can make a difference, even when days and weeks and maybe even years go by without seeing that difference at all. In many ways, that's far more amazing to me than the sunlit hope Superman stands for. Hope when there's nothing to hope for, faith within the utter dark night of the soul.

I think that is the best description of why a little girl with a not so good childhood, found Batman and held on tight. It's why she's alive today; A Gothomite by right.