"This is... good. It would always end like this, i think."
Phantom spoke, yet the words that left him did not help the agonising wreath his feelings became the longer he looked at the scene.
Both Dr. Fentons were in cuffs, transported through the city previously before stopping at the gate of Arkham Asylum. In a way, it was bittersweet to watch his parents be taken away. In a way, he was getting his justice, yet the child inside him cried and yearned for the comfort of his parents.
In a way, the picture of his careful crafted childhood was shattering piece by piece with every minute hr watched.
The raindrops did not stop splashing around him, but a dark curtain, a cape really, stopped it from hitting him more than it already had.
"Phantom." Batman uses his name carefully, slow. "You're crying."
Oh, was he?
"Sorry- I—" he tried, he tried so hard to stop but the sobs kept coming and the tears did not dry, his shoulders shook and breathing became a herculean task.
Grabbing onto the man's leg with a hand to steady himself, Batman lowered himself down, enough to wrap the boy in a hug.
Since the start of his life in Gotham, since the moment he entered the city as a new rogue, it was Batmans hug that made him feel the safest he's ever gotten to be.
