“ do you realize how . . . simple it was? your father, the commissioner, willing to lay the entire city on the line for his daughter. family is —— crippling. the fear that one day parents will fail their children. that people will fail those they love. it is inevitable, and that inevitability, that fear . . . it makes you MINE. “ droplets of water descend from the warehouse rafters, puddles forming on the concrete below. the atmosphere is thick without proper ventilation, liquid beading along the arms of her chair. his makeshift leg brace clicks as he walks, rust chipping away at its exterior as he nears her. mouth parting once more, he leans forward, stitches of worn string expanding against his lips. “ and just like your father, the batman will come. because it’s his duty, his OBLIGATION. imagine it —— adding to the blood on his hands. tell me, barbara . . . how much more can one man take? “
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