"I hate the ending myself, but it started with an alright scene."
The song kept playing itself over and over again in my head. I didn't remember the title or the band who wrote it, but I do remember it was one of my favourite songs during high school. My friends and I would play it on our iPods.
That was thirty years ago. I was fifteen, and it was 2011. I had no boyfriend, but all of my friends did. Some even slept with them.
Thirty years ago, the idea of having my own son end up being Batman never occurred to me. Even now, I can't believe I thought Terry was joking when he said he was Batman the day that reporter...
I don't remember that night very well. I do remember hurling a bowl of popcorn across the living room. I remember screaming at Matt and telling him to go to bed. I remember not brushing my teeth or cleaning myself up. I remember thinking it was a tabloid, and that reporter was someone who wanted attention. Not someone who could have been telling the truth.
I didn't want to believe it was true. I wanted to lie to myself and say that it wasn't. I wanted to believe that.
But when you learn your son's Batman, and he's kept that a secret from you, you can't, no matter how much you want to.
The least you can do is try to rebuild.
I know this is complete, but a few days after I finished Chapter 14, I realized I hadn't written a chapter from Mary's perspective, and I didn't know how to write it. So here it is. I might write a few more chapters of this story from Dana's, Max's, Nelson's, Blade's, Chelsea's, etc.