Everything was quieting down, returning to something resembling normal, and Angie couldn't help but love some of the changes.
Even though the wounds to her heart were still raw, she was bouncing back like she always did, and had moved in with Bruce.
Mia was ecstatic, watching cartoons every chance she got and eating sugary cereal, just like at home.
She was content, though something kept bugging her…
The Joker's question that she hadn't answered…
She hadn't answered because she didn't want to, but because she COULDN'T…
Which was the real her?
Black Kitten?
Lieutenant Dawes?
Angela?
But she couldn't chose because they were all a part of her.
The fighter, the protector, the mother…
If anything, she wouldn't give up any of them.
Just like Bruce wouldn't, COULDN'T, give up Batman.
It was a bit confusing, hard, to balance all these different identities, but she felt…fulfilled…
Smiling at the mask she held reverently in her hands, Angie placed it in the closet.
The future may seem dark, but she'd be sure the dawn came…