That's where my demons hide
I knew exactly who the Batman was. After he rescued my little brother and Harvey Dent died, he looked into my eyes.
I had seen those eye before on TV. The dark of eyes of Bruce Wayne stared at me through a mask. My father ran after him as police sirens were heard from blocks away.
The Batman did what he could. He just ran and took the blame of Dent's death with him. A few days after it happened, I drove to Wayne Manor alone.
I had met Bruce Wayne once. It was during his birthday a few years back. He kicked everyone out and his manor was found in ashes only hours later.
I parked in front of the house and walked up the steps to the front door. I knocked and waited.
Finally, his old butler opened the door. He was wearing a suit and welcome me with a small bow of his head.
"Miss Gordon." he said. "How can I be of service?"
"I'm here to see Bruce Wayne. Is he here?" I asked.
The butler paused. "I'm afraid not."
I smiled a bit and nodded. "I can wait. It's urgent."
The butler smiled a bit and opened the door further to let e inside. My steps echoed as I walked across the marble floor.
I sat in the living room and admired the scarlet carpets and beautiful chandeliers.
"Miss Gordon, it's curious to see you again."
I turned my head and saw him standing in the doorway. His dark hair and small smirk. He wore a blue long sleeved shirt with the sleeves rolled up a bit.
I stood up from the fancy couch and cleared my throat. "Mr. Wayne, I'm here to talk to you about the events that took place a few days ago."
He raised his eyebrows. "What events? Are you referring-"
"Drop the act. I know who you are." I cut in.
His smirk faded and he stared at me.
"Why would you do it? Why would you take the blame for Harvey Dent's death when he nearly killed my family? Do you know what a big slap in the face that is?"
I didn't plan to sound so harsh but it just happened. He kept his eyes secured on mine.
"Does your father-?"
"My father doesn't know or care who you are." I said, shaking my head.
He stared at me with those dark eyes again. I could tell he was nervous. I had discovered his identity.
"Why did you do it? Why take the blame for Harvey Dent's death?"
"Gotham had it's hero and he has every right to-"
"You're Gotham's hero, not Dent. The people looked to you and saw a symbol of hope and you just betray that."
He was taken back by my sudden outburst. He sighed deeply as he sat down in a chair and rubbed his temples.
"Batman wasn't going to last forever." he mumbled.
"Maybe not the actual man, but the symbol would've lived on. Haven't you seen the city? Your symbol is everywhere. The people need you."
"They need to move on." he replied, sternly.
I frowned. "You're Bruce Wayne. Bruce Wayne can also help, if Batman won't."
He shook his head and stood up. "This isn't any of your business to discuss, so if you'll excuse me, I have to dismiss you."
His butler returned and led me out of the door.
"Thank you for your...visit." he said, politely.
"Don't worry. I'll be back."