Gotham City 2009
Bruce Wayne-
There was crime everywhere that day and night; it was as if it was national convict day. The joker managed to escape, causing us to reduce armed services at the prison, allowing another two to escape. Robin and I were summoned several times that night by Commissioner Gordon, we were either cleaning out the remaining gang members that helped the crimes, or stopping the new ones from causing any more damage. After several ongoing hours it seemed Gotham was restored, and all was as it should be. We returned to Wayne manor later than usual. Alfred had dinner ready and robin went to bed shortly after. Barbara was a little upset that she had missed out on the action tonight, but Alfred had asked her to stay home. I recapped the nights' words and watched as she eagerly ate it up. The sight sickened me somewhat. I excused myself and lay in bed for a large portion of what was the last of night thinking on it, before I finally succumbed to slumber.
Robin-
The bloodshed of last night still swims in my eyes, as if it's etched forever in my brain. I was hurting bad guys; the bad guys were hurting people. It makes sense; I still don't know why they were still in my conscience. I started to think about their lives, what if they had wives and children? What if that was their job? Then I start to think about all of the innocent people who they were killing and the guilt goes away; at least for a while.