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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.

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“Hush said that when I saw your heart die, part of mine would die, too. He was right in a way. There has been only one woman who has really held my heart. I locked that part of myself away after my parents died. It was too hurt to risk exposing again. And yet, despite my best efforts, you broke in. You were the first to touch my heart and remind me I still had one. I don’t know if we could ever have more than we’ve already had. I don’t know, especially after this, if you’d want any more from me. Tonight I’m only sure of one thing. Whatever the future holds, wherever life takes me… I will love you always.”

  —Bruce Wayne, “Heart of Hush”