Pretend you are Batman but you want to quit being Batman and open a rare book store. Write a journal entry explaining why you’re sick of being Batman and the appeals of a rare book store. <275 words.
Everyone thinks that being Batman is so amazing, but honestly, I am so sick of it that I can barely stand it. I know I write about this a lot, but today it just seems like it’s all coming to a head. 

I have been Batman for years and years, taking care of this entire city and all its drama. And for what? I’m exhausted, and I have no life of my own. And I’m not saying I don’t want to have a job. I mean, I don’t want to be on permanent vacation; I have a really great work ethic. But I just don’t think this job is for me anymore. 

In my dreams, I own a small rare bookshop where I can sit all day and read. And every so often, talk to a person who comes in and also loves rare books. Those are the best kinds of people. The store would be tiny but not too dark. It would feel cozy and warm and welcoming. The complete opposite of my home at Wayne Manor. No one would need anything from me except to know where a book they were looking for was on the shelves. 

That’s it. The more and more I think about it, the more I know this is exactly what I want to do. And I have the money! I can make it happen. Okay, I’m doing it! I'm done being Batman as of today. And plans for the store start first thing tomorrow. 