What if... what if I had a chance to maybe do a lot of good... for a lot of people... make up for so much... what if I had that chance and all it would cost... is my life? Suicide is a sin against God. Killing is a sin against God. So if God wants me to do good... why is he asking me to do both?
I was given this suit by the descendants of the people who forged it. And that's only reason number two for why I get dibs. Reason number one is: it's heavy and you'll be in no condition to carry it... after I kick your ass!
I protected this city. I judged the wicked and I removed them like a cancer. Evil must be purged. I can't go on judging each soul on its own merits. I have a whole world to put right. I will judge this city! I am God's vengeance... his Angel of Death. I am AZRAEL.
NO! THS IS BLASPHEMY! ONLY THE SON OF GOD CAN RISE BEFORE THE DAY OF JUDGMENT! I will not die! I will not rise! I AM GOD'S SERVANT! I AM HIS HAND OF VENGEANCE! My swords shall not sleep until I have served his justice on this city! REPENT, GOTHAM! YOU CITY OF VIPERS! REPENT!
My armor has changed. I feel the power of the ages... the power of God! I never learned these moves. It's the suit. The armor. It carries the imprint of every warrior who has worn it. I have already died. Nothing can touch me. I am invincible. They fall before me like a harvest.
It's a long story... actually, it's not. A secret religious order asked me to serve as God's sword of justice. They gave me a Brownstone. They gave me an ancient suit of armor and two swords -- one to make the guilty face their sins, the other to make them long for salvation.