**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.
