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

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