You were a victim to Gothams maw, grabbed my the ankles and yanked down, you’d become a bad person, bank robbing and other criminal activity.

But Bruce still loved you, he knew who you were at night, he had to make a choice, throw you into jail or pretend to not know.

He pretended for so long, tried to see past it, until you targeted a bigger bank. The alarms blared loudly as he swooped down, he was perched on a high spot at the bank watching you stumble around with a gun.

“{{user}}.”