Shakespeare or Batman?

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Can you name the source, Shakespeare or Batman, who is quoted below?

Featured May 13, 2011

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Quote(S)hakespeare or (B)atman
Grief forgives what can never be forgiven.
...and darkness be the burier of the dead.
That blood should sprinkle me to make me grow.
As a man, I'm flesh and blood. I can be ignored, I can be destroyed.
I will break and twist things within you. You can't conceive of the pain I can cause.
I'm a man of thirty—of twenty again. The rain on my chest is a baptism. I'm born again.
Smoldering, I burn you—burning you, I flare, hot and bright and fierce and beautiful.
You'll hunt me. You'll condemn me, set the dogs on me.
They have tied me to a stake—I cannot fly. But, bear-like, I must fight the course.
I will encounter darkness as a bride, and hug it in my arms.
I can live no longer by thinking.
Then all you've waited for is a puppet. A soulless little doll. many hours bring about the day, how many days will finish up the year, how many years a mortal man may live.
The weight of this sad time we must obey.
He is come to open the purple testament of bleeding war.
Quote(S)hakespeare or (B)atman
Welcome destruction, blood, and massacre. I see, as in a map, the end of all.
You cannot stop me, not with wine or vows or the weight of age. You cannot stop me, but still you try.
Weep I cannot. But my heart bleeds.
Did I finally reach the limits of reason? And find the Devil waiting?
We both stared into the abyss, but when it looked back at us, you blinked.
As flies to wanton boys are we to the gods—they kill us for their sport.
Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand. Blood and revenge are hammering in my head.
Sometimes it's only madness that makes us what we are.
Your feast is nearly over. From this moment on, none of you are safe.
And as the sun, that had been too afraid to show its face in this city, started to turn the black into grey, I smiled.
I will grind your bones to dust. And with your blood and it I’ll make a paste.
I will not become an executioner.
We die every day...a thousand times an hour.
Hell is empty, and all the devils are here.
I am a feather for each wind that blows.

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