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Death is a mistress, calculating and sensual. Every hit we take on the streets of Gotham is another of her gentle caresses; swinging between buildings becomes an elegant dance beside her. She waits patiently, growing closer to us with each passing night.
Finally, I see her. I can't remember how many blows have been dealt, how much blood has been lost, how far I've fallen. She stands before me. Flowing, reaching, beautiful. Her fingers caress my face and she smiles.
"I've been waiting for you, Bruce," she murmurs.
"I know," I sigh. "I've been waiting for you too."
She leans closer. "There's no going back after this."
I nod. "Good."
Her lips brush mine, and I'm gone.