∟ Remember when you left Gotham? Before all this, before Batman? You were gone seven years. Seven years I waited, hoping that you wouldn’t come back. Every year, I took a holiday. I went to Florence, there’s this cafe, on the banks of the Arno. Every fine evening, I’d sit there and order a Fernet Branca. I had this fantasy, that I would look across the tables and I’d see you there, with a wife and maybe a couple of kids. You wouldn’t say anything to me, nor me to you. But we’d both know that you’d made it, that you were happy. I never wanted you to come back to Gotham. I always knew there was nothing here for you, except pain and tragedy. And I wanted something more for you than that. I still do.
It’s one of the places I knew you couldn’t follow me. Look, you’re gonna get on that train. Okay? And you’re gonna go to New York…And you’re gonna be a star…Without me. That’s how much I love you. You know what we’re gonna do? Surrender. I know how hard that is for you because of how hard you hold on to stuff … But we’re just gonna sit here and we’re just gonna let go and let the universe do its thing and if we’re meant to be together, then we’re gonna be together. Whether it’s in a little shoe box apartment in New York or on the other side of the world. Okay? Will you do that for me? Will you surrender?