[This wasn't Gotham. This wasn't anywhere near Gotham. Or any other city she had traveled to. No memories of how she got here. No grasp of why they would want her. Something about a war. Aliens. Didn't they get the memo? She was retired. Done with fighting. She would have been done with Gotham as well, except it had somehow become the closest place to a home she'd ever had.]
[And this wasn't Gotham. Which is why there was absolutely no way the boy who had come up to rescue her could possibly be who she was seeing. Which means she had to be drunk. Drunk and seeing things.]
...knew a boy who looked like you once.
[Her eyes, glazed yet focused, started directly at his face. Completely ignoring the pushy robot that looked like it was making motions to push up its nonexistent sleeves.]
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[This wasn't Gotham. This wasn't anywhere near Gotham. Or any other city she had traveled to. No memories of how she got here. No grasp of why they would want her. Something about a war. Aliens. Didn't they get the memo? She was retired. Done with fighting. She would have been done with Gotham as well, except it had somehow become the closest place to a home she'd ever had.]
[And this wasn't Gotham. Which is why there was absolutely no way the boy who had come up to rescue her could possibly be who she was seeing. Which means she had to be drunk. Drunk and seeing things.]
...knew a boy who looked like you once.
[Her eyes, glazed yet focused, started directly at his face. Completely ignoring the pushy robot that looked like it was making motions to push up its nonexistent sleeves.]