Die a Hero
When they put her to rest, he is lying in bed. With another woman, another set of brown curls in blue eyes. He knows.
He knows he has to get up. He has to live. He has to be the villain Gotham needs.
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I know! I know this is original flashfiction, except that for some reason, I couldn't write. *sigh* Please know the Dark Knight isn't mine; it and its soundtrack are just a source of inspiration, and I hope that this makes up for my silence and will preface something better.