Written for the 100x100 BatThonathon on batknights.





I hope to God I haven’t made a mistake.

I don’t know how to deal with what I see in his eyes: sorrow, despair, anger. And more than a little hero worship. I know I should discourage it. Yet I find myself seeking out his gaze, uplifted by what I find there.

He reminds me of the boy I was; so eager for revenge, he doesn’t understand the need for patience. I fear for him and it will be hard to keep from holding him too close.

Still, I can’t let him go. It would break his heart...and mine.