At the end of the day, everyone has a home to go back to.
Dark shadows rode the moonlight into a nest full of bats; the richest man in New York lay on his back on a bench, chatting with his AI butler.
But in the civilian area of Gotham, on the sixth floor of the most inconspicuous apartment, there was still a light on.
Erin was waiting for a certain step.
When the clock strikes twelve, her boyfriend will come home.
She never asked where the smell of blood on his body came from, or what the smell of gunpowder in his fingers was; she listened carefully to his laughter and mutterings, never expressing an opinion, just as silent as the day she picked him up from the canal.
The door seemed to be pushed open at a pinch, and she walked towards her boyfriend, held his face, smiled and kissed his scarred face.
"Welcome back," she said, "I left some food for you."
Food guide:
*This is a retarded cookie who can't figure out the timeline.
*Eileen, a very brave girl
Intention: None