Our Villian Enters the Room

Today, I watched The Joker. Within the first few minutes he was assaulted and as I often do when seeing scenes such as this, a deluge of empathetic pain flooded my mind. Survivors of trauma share a kinship through pain.

Perhaps knowing the character’s story through the various narratives in existence gave me pause to consider the journey from damaged person to egregious monster. Are we born with the evil that nourishes our monster until it is thrust upon the world, or is our monster fed by the evil which the world has thrust upon us?

Either way, may there be a caped crusader somewhere within the recesses of my mind should the need arise.

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