"I know I can't survive another night away from you. You're the reason I go on and now I need to live the truth."

He was tired, tired of fighting. Tired of the feeling that no matter what he did, he would never make a difference. He felt he had so much to give, but it never felt like it was enough. And then he met her. That feeling of needing to bring vengeance and justice to Gotham slowly ebbed in her presence. All of the violent need for vengeance was replaced with the need to be human, to be a man. He knew he was in love with her, she knew it too, but admitting it would put her in danger, and he would never consciously do it. If the Joker had ever gotten wind of it, she would become an easy target, and he never wanted to expose her to the levels of darkness he lived in. His soul was black, damaged, and he feared that if he allowed himself to love her he would taint her. But there were times when he knew it would be so easy to surrender to her. To give in to the overwhelming desire to be with her, to be the only man to love her. He heard her land behind him on the rooftop, and he knew that his restraint was gone. Batman was no longer a cold man, he was a man desperately in love, and completely terrified to admit it. He turned to her, pulling the cowl off and meeting her gaze. "I surrender."