Broken glass scattered to floor, and reflected in every standing mirror, was a sight she didn't want to see. "No," she whispered, limping towards the bloodied figure. Rojas would finally get to see who 'The Batman' was.
"This isn't a dream, William." It was a deep voice, cold and low. It reminded him of how his laughter sounded before he attacked the others. And it almost sounded digital. "Only the William that the real world knows will die. But you will still live on."
You begged her not to pull the lever, but she made you promise to live forever.
Endless days and moments seemed to pass, and he found he didn't remember why or how he was imprisoned here. The memories drifted away from him, getting caught in time's web of years.
'You should tell him before it's too late.' The thought startled her, but she shook her head. What would be the point if either one or both of them died the following day? 'Tomorrow may be the last time you ever see the sun rise.' She knew all too well how true that was. So she stepped out into the night, and knew that the stars were laughing down at her foolish heart.
He taught a boy to believe in himself, he showed a girl she had potential. But still they saw him as a bumbling fool, as nothing but a burden.
"What?" she asked with a raised brow, reaching out her hand to grasp his. "Nothing." He smirked when her other brow shot up, eyes narrowing in a way that told him she wanted a proper answer. "I just never realized how beautiful you are."
Be a Joker! Be a freak, leave the shadows, roam the streets. Leave those riches, you don't belong, you're not the billionaire everyone thinks.