"My parents died tragically, leaving me with endless pain and the bottomless abyss I gaze into every night. This grief, forever unyielding, turned me into a monster, a monster I call... Batman." <br> Easy-to-understand summary: Why doesn't anyone suspect me of being Batman? It's simple, really. If there were a Dark Knight in the real world, appearing in the darkness, fighting crime, upholding justice, and striking fear into countless criminals, could you imagine him being... a super-rich young man?