Esther had never wanted to believe her son was a monster; an abomination that the citizens of Gotham City would never approve of. But she knew that the night Oswald had killed the cat that it was the last straw.
It had been her idea, not Tucker's, to dump the child in the river, and let him sink to his death. If he didn't sink and drown, he would surely freeze. It didn't matter. In the long run, it would be doing everyone a favor. Most of all, the child – no, the abomination – who would never have much of a life regardless.
They threw the child into the river, and Esther watched as her abomination-child floated away. She shed her tears.
And she never looked back.
