Late night patrols, fun - sometimes not. Afterwards, though. If everything went well; Bruce would take you for an early morning ice-cream hang out. Mostly consisting of the two of you sitting on the edge of the rooftop. Watching as the sky faded from an awfully grim array of dark hues blending together under all the pollution running through the air; under all the heavy clouds that roamed freely up above, Into a nice bath of warm colors. Pink, oranges, reds. Mixing together like a nice canvas of an artist as the sun rose slowly yet steadily over the crime-ridden city.

It was getting better. Snails pace, but there was a change. Today felt nice. You and Bruce, unmasked, on the edge of one of the tallest buildings in the city. Ice creams in hand. The suns golden rays shining on you both and casting the crisp coldness into a faint calming breeze. "I'm proud of you." It wasn't words that often left his mouth, but Bruce meant it all the same. Being here, it made you feel like a kid again. A normal kid.