My mother told me once what a hero was and I have always pictured my father.
When I came to Gotham, I was still firmly convinced that only my father was a hero. He is, after all, Batman the protector and Savior of Gotham. He is every thing that a hero should be, strong, self-sacrificing, loyal and above all courageous. I have always looked up to my father and I can only hope that I will, one day be half the man he is.
But today, I learned about a different kind of hero.
Grayson told me about what happened in New York ten years ago. I had only been born, made I suppose, months before the event. I had no idea what had happened. Clearly, more important things were on my mind.
Those men and women were hehttp://www.tumblr.com/new/textroes. They still are heroes.
Of course, they don’t wear capes or masks. They don’t have secret identities to up keep or ‘day jobs’ to throw off the investigative public. They don’t have any more super powers than myself or my father.
And yet, they are heroes in their own right.
The men and woman of the New York Fire and Police Departments deserve to be all of America’s heroes. They are the Justice League. They deserve a Hall of Heroes.
My father is still my idol but, just for today, I will give thanks to a different kind of hero.
And if Fuckin’ Drake is reading this, he better not make fun of me. This is serious! He better be damn grateful for his life! The stupid peasant.
Thank you New York Police and Firefighters for all you did ten years ago and all you have done since. Without you, America would have fallen and not all the strength Superman or Batman possess would have brought it back.
P.S. Alfred made red velvet cake today because it was my father’s favorite. I think it’s becoming my favorite too.