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(A/N: This is going to be the last one of these. I don’t own Batman)
Chaos
It was a beautiful, magical thing, chaos. It was like a force of nature, it ebbed and flowed, but it was always there, guiding and shaping the state of the world at large. That was why he chose to let it flow through him, gave his body to chaotic thoughts and feelings, he let it guide him. After all there was too much structure and order in the world, they were ruining the simple beauty of untamed and free flowing chaos, they were destroying the true nature of chaos.
(A/N: Well there you go, that’s it.)