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

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