He's my oddball, my Batman
I am Gotham itself, the streets are my blood and the buildings are my bones.
When the vigilante in black first appeared, I felt a strange tremor that I had never experienced before.
He left scars on my body and healed my stubborn illnesses.
Until that rainy night, covered in blood, he leaned against my wall and whispered: "Are you crying?"
As the rain slid down the outline of my building, I realized—
I fell in love with this madman who was trying to save me.
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