If I look back, I am lost

Mary has been through

Wayne…he saw me get a gift. A coat. He asked me about it, and I told him the people of Gotham just love us, because we keep them safe. And the kid. He gave me this…look. It was only my third week in Gotham. I’d just moved here from Chicago, where things had been very ugly. So ugly, I guess, that I was still trying to be hopeful about this place. To see it the way it was being presented to me. By the department, by recruitment. The way I wanted it to be for Barbara and James. I’d almost fooled myself, too, during those first couple weeks. I’d almost gotten there…until that moment in the car, when I saw the hope in Wayne’s face. It killed it for me. It just killed the whole illusion….Later…I dragged myself up Park Row just in time to hear two gunshots. To come around the corner and see that same little boy who’d been so hopeful just that afternoon, crying over his parents’ bodies. And I couldn’t face him. I couldn’t face him, Batman….but now, for the first time since that night, I feel that maybe there’s a chance…because that little boy, Bruce Wayne, he came back to fight for this city. And now you’re here too—you’re changing things. 

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