Shakespeare or Batman?

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

Updated Feb 7, 2012

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

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