Mm. I'll always worry about Gotham. About you, Cat.
[ he closes his eyes for a moment with her intimate touch, imagining for a moment that it was her. his her. it is and it isn't-- he imagines that she's going through the same thing right now. but when he opens his eyes, he won't find the soft smile lines hinting at the edges of her lips when he goes looking for them. ]
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[ he closes his eyes for a moment with her intimate touch, imagining for a moment that it was her. his her. it is and it isn't-- he imagines that she's going through the same thing right now. but when he opens his eyes, he won't find the soft smile lines hinting at the edges of her lips when he goes looking for them. ]
Even after I'm dead, it seems.