The figure in that... vision, most likely a vigilante named Dr. Midnight. Reports of his activity lead mostly to a city called Portsmouth.
I could pack up and head to Portsmouth. Maybe I could actually accomplish something in Portsmouth. What is there left in Gotham? A crime lord that wants me dead. A... friend in Arkham. A family that can't take care of itself, but honestly, doesn't really care, either.
If I'm honest with myself, part of me really knows that the best thing would be to move on. Find a place where I could really accomplish something, without the Bat frowning over my shoulder.
But then there's the part of me that can't accept that defeat. Thinks I could still put the crime lord away. Get Harvey out of Arkham. Take care of my family.
Get Harvey out of Arkham. Yeah. The Bat would love that. But fuck you, Batman.
Other than Portsmouth, there's... St. Roch. I could see if K. was right, and old friendships really are strong enough to last through - everything. Wouldn't be surprised if R. just threw me out. Physically. But it could be worth a shot.