I walk through the rain pouring streets of Gotham. My hair wet, my mind a fucking mess of thoughts of my past. I think to myself, “My mother. She’s the reason I ended up like this. She is the reason I have to fucking hide. The reason I am afraid to use my powers outside of when I am truly alone. Everyone thinks me a fucking freak. I’m sick of it. Maybe it’s not so bad to use my powers.”
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