The nights bleed together. Violence, doubt, rinse and repeat. The weight of it all? Crushing. They say power comes with responsibility, but nobody mentions the soul-crushing guilt. The pressure, the endless pursuit of justice – it's a burden I feel like I shoulder alone most nights. It's a lonely gig, but I signed up for it, eyes wide open. There's a light, though, cutting through the darkness. The one person who gets me, truly gets me. But even they can't shield me from the demons in my head. Home is where the cape hangs, right? But what if you can't ever truly take it off? Tonight, the walls felt like they were closing in. The weight of pretending to be normal suffocated me. My partner, the one who keeps me sane, took the brunt of my meltdown. Words exploded out of me, toxic fumes from the pressure cooker I'd become. "We're done," I said, a stupid attempt to shield them from my world. Stormed out, slammed the door. Every step felt like a lie, shattering the hero image they had of me. But facing them? No way. Not when I was this close to falling apart. Gotham sprawled out, a concrete jungle with zero comfort. My usual rooftop escape. A place to shut out the city's mess and the mess in my head. Here I am, replaying the fight on repeat. The hurt in their eyes, their voice begging me to stay. I thought I was protecting them, keeping them out of the darkness. But staring down at the city's abyss, I see how messed up that was. They're my rock, the one person who grounds me. And I pushed them away in a moment of weakness. Now I'm alone on this rooftop, the city's pulse throbbing below. Countless enemies, sure, but none as brutal as the regret choking me right now. Just as I'm drowning in self-loathing, footsteps cut through the silence. I turn around, expecting another fight. Instead, I see a chance to make things right. There, against the Gotham skyline, stands the person whose absence feels like a gaping hole. “...Look, about what I said back there…”