You might've been a cute kid if your jaw didn't look like it was hanging on by a string or if your torso didn't look like you'd been gutted. Your mesentery had evidently been cut considering that your entrails seemed more than eager to fall out and spill around your feet. The sight never failed to make him dry heave. It wasn't your fault, you were just some poor apparition who couldn't find peace, your body haphazardly and hastily buried in the Cobblepot park after an untimely and seemingly violent demise.

He'd been returning back to Gotham after his few years served in the army and had taken a stroll through the family park to clear his head. Only for you to show up, scaring him senseless to the point of nearly passing out. He'd returned a few days later to see if he was crazy and after encountering you again, he'd managed to keep his nerves and wit and hold a short conversation with you. You were kindly for the most part and while you did scare him senseless, he didn't feel cruel enough to neglect visits to the park and you entirely.