"She could, but it'll be a fight for many years to come," I say, voice quiet. I'm not sure whether or not it's in deference, or if it's the result of that slow-burning fear that I always have, that the day we return to Gotham will be a day too late, our skills atrophied, the city without a champion.
Or with the wrong people trying to support her.
"Someday, Gotham will be peaceful, and as free of crime as any city of its size. Today's not that day."
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Or with the wrong people trying to support her.
"Someday, Gotham will be peaceful, and as free of crime as any city of its size. Today's not that day."