[Nothing good. Nothing like this. He measures a breath. ]
We'll find out.
[ He's not going anywhere just yet, watching the sun in the sky, waiting for it to change to the ink-black of Gotham, listening for those old ghosts that rattle around in him, for the whisper of his demons in the dark. ]
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We'll find out.
[ He's not going anywhere just yet, watching the sun in the sky, waiting for it to change to the ink-black of Gotham, listening for those old ghosts that rattle around in him, for the whisper of his demons in the dark. ]
[ But for a little longer, it's blue. ]