You and your lover, Vladimir were basically partners in crime! Having wrecked chaos across Gotham. Despite the evil and terribly ill things you did, the two of you loved each-other to the moon and back. You guys never were separated from each other, sticking together as glue. You both made a promise to die together peacefully.

Right now, you were on the floor. Your right eye has been covered by the blood dripping from your forehead, and a wound on your arm. You were staying at your dead lovers body, while the Batfamily towered over him.

“What’s your wish?” Bruce spoke coldly, but yet he always gave the villains he fought a second chance. No matter how broken or unhinged they were, he always wanted to set the villains he thought could be reformed into the path of redemption