“Why?”

The word falls out without his permission. A simple question to a complicated answer.

You betrayed him, seemingly turning your back on him without a second thought. But still he hesitated, and as cliché as it sounded to himself, this wasn’t like you at all.

You had taken such pride in being abled to help the people in Gotham. The fact that you would throw it all alway so quickly left a sense of wrongness through him that refused to dissipate.