My head feels funny. I need some fucking drugs for it. I could ring up the Scarecrow for some. Screw the DA. Even Batman needs to unwind after a long day. I’ll do it. I’ll take some Me Time.

Except I can’t take Me Time, if I’m to take Alfred at his word. Alfred says Gotham’s children are all running round with Batman masks on, and that every time I shoot up, a kiddie turns pickpocket and thus begins to spiral downward, ever downward, in an endless cycle of crime and violence.

FML.

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