When dusk crept into Gotham City each night, it was like a pair of old lovers embracing each other after so long. A fog would come along, darkening the already overcast city even more.

It was the perfect match, and the city seemed to know that. Its citizens would stay out until the late hours, partying through the night. Adults, children, and teenagers naively believed they were far from danger in what was known as America's golden age.

When night approached, the neon signs would light up the city, making it come alive. Just as the blinking sign to the noisy drive-thru was doing now.

Rowdy teenagers started to drive up, laughing and joking around in their overstuffed cars. Some even got out of their cars to dance around the parking lot to the rock 'n' roll that was being played.

They were so immersed in their music and dancing that they were oblivious to the predator that watched from the shadows.

Its eyes glowed with a bright hunger at the sight of sweating and youthful flesh. As it watched the teens longer, the hunger suddenly left its eyes as the music shifted to a slow, romantic doo-wop style.

What replaced it almost resembled tenderness.

From behind, its ears picked up the sound of an approaching motorcycle. The predator shrank back into the shrubs as the rider parked its motorcycle behind the drive-thru and started walking towards the front.

The predator guessed it was just another teenager heading to hang out with their friends until it paused and turned its helmeted head towards the shadows.

The rider was looking directly at where the predator was hiding.

This caused the predator to panic, wondering how the hell a human could sense them. As the rider slowly started to walk over to the forestry, the predator was deciding if it should attack or flee.

It finally concluded fleeing would be the better option.

But then the rider asked, "Is it you?"

The predator froze, somehow growing colder at the voice.

"It's a good thing I arrived when I did." The rider swiftly pulled out a gun and aimed it at the hidden figure. "These poor rug rats would have been torn to shreds if I hadn't."

"...So it's true. I didn't think you would show up," the predator finally spoke.

"How could I ever turn down a lady?" The rider put his gun back in his jacket. "Especially one I have grown so fond of."

The predator remained silent at this, letting the rider to continue talking. "I imagined this reunion a little differently in my head. I thought you would run into my arms."

"Come into the shadows then. I'm not going to reveal myself out there," the predator took several steps back into the dark, allowing the rider to follow. They were now completely in the dark with only the woods surrounding them.

"And by the way, I never imagined you riding up in a motorcycle, but here we are," The predator retorted, putting her hand on her hip.

"Times have changed. We have changed. You most of all," The rider gave a low chuckle.

The predator lost all her nerve at this, being reminded of her condition. "I know..."

"Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean-"

"I know what you meant. You don't have to apologize. I'm aware of what I am."

"I didn't mean it in the obvious, well, kinda, but I mostly meant you look sadder. You look unhappy." The rider reached out his arm, trying to touch the woman in front of him.

But she didn't allow him to, stepping out of his reach instead.

"I thought I would come to terms with it by now. He promised I would. But everyday, I tell myself tonight I will end it. For the past thirty years, I've told myself that yet I'm still here," She seethed.

"Then why did you allow this?" The rider inquired curiously. "You saw what it led to."

"You think I allowed this?! You think I chose this?! Like the others?!" She shouted, feeling as if she was about to be sent into a frenzy.

"I don't know! I wasn't there! Or did you somehow forget that?"

She sighed at this, letting her rage pass. "No. I have not. No one has."

He scoffed at this before stating: "Tell me, then. From the beginning. I want to know everything. Starting that night, thirty years ago, when we first met."

"Everything?"

"Yes."

"Alright," She answered, after a long pause. "I will tell you my story. You are my last friend here after all. And someone needs to know the truth."

So she began her long tale filled with tragedy, pain, horror, regret, and above all,

Death.