That city wasn't for me. No! Everything was corrupted. Even love had to be corrupted. So I left. I rode. And I rode until there was no turning back. That bastard of a father was behind bars for good. The only good thing that came out of this mess. He wasn't dead. But at least Michael's death had been avenged.
I had to stop at a gas station at some point. It gave me a chance to recollect. And whatever came out of it, wasn't good. I had nowhere to go. I had all that money in the world and nowhere to run to. And even the money wouldn't last long. I wouldn't be surprised if my trust fund had already been frozen leaving me with nothing but a bike and a few bucks in my wallet. But it was all for the better. That money, the Bertinelli empire was one built on drugs, guns and blood. The blood of innocent people. Like Michael's.
I didn't know where to turn. I had no one in this world, not one after his death. There was betrayal everywhere. There was no one for me. No one to understand my pain, my anger, my mind. No one but Tatsu. She had been there at a time when no one else had. She understood family matters gone bad. She knew the pain. So…off to Tatsu. Off to Gotham it was.
