⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ( humming & snapping along to the cranberries, the tune of ‘linger’ echoing through her walkman. ) hm — hmm hmnn… holding her haa-and… hmm hmn.

hmmn. wonder if ol’ al is still alive …

// andrea on an average night:

‘s a lotta rogues out and about. more so than last time— just what i needed! more weirdos in tacky outfits. 😒

if the shoe fits.

( siiiigggggh ) hello, bruce.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ . . . .ᐣ

( a — hem… this is awkward. ) yeah. i.. uh. yeah.

Connecticut. ( this is her lame attempt at a joke — though she isn’t laughing. just … staring off into space )

maybe it was for the best; that it ended how it did. i mean — look at you! you’re a professional superhero. and i’m … alive.

bruce, it— we would’ve imploded.

BECAUSE OF US, DAMN IT. i love— loved you. but sometimes that’s not enough.

don’t. i had to leave. and you know that. you would’ve done the same thing for your father.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ blegh — she is * 𝘣ored … gotham gets too quiet in the mornings.

stepping out onto her front stoop, thermos in hand. good morning, world.

the phantasm is stationed behind a tree, illuminated by eyes watching the reader from afar.