**From the mind of Bruce Wayne. Inspired by Gotham; Season 3 Episode 1.**


Is it strange that I imagine

Growing older with Selina?

A dream I constantly find myself

Imagining during the tough times.

A dream, where I often see myself

Grown, having enough strength to

Lift Selina over my shoulders and

Spin her around as children do.

I'd see her wearing that red shirt

She wore that time I caught her

On the roof. It was different

And I liked it.

She'd wear, of course,

Her old leather jacket over everything.

In my dream she is laughing and

Smiling as I twirl her around

Among a fresh field of grass.

She, hitting my backside with

Her fists, begging to be put down.

I do, and when I see her smiling

And her lush amount of golden,

Blond curls that I admire so,

I become consumed with nothing

Less than happiness.

I almost consider it impossible

The feeling of being happy.

I pull a leaf from her hair.

Admire the sunshine on her face.

Then I awake,

And my dream is over.