So a bad man in an alley, selling something monstrous to a desperate kid. In the end, a simple case. He knows it. As simple as a boy who wanted to cut through it all. To pretend like none of it mattered. Until it all caught up to him. Until all of it mattered. And he thinks about how the boy must have felt then, how badly he must have wanted to run, to fly away. The marsh. The city line, so close. He can feel it all, right there.
The boy flew. But Batman will stay. Because he got it wrong. He sees that now. Because there was someone to catch. Cobblepot. Tano. Howler. The man in the alley. Bruce Wayne. The whole city. Everyone and no one. But above all, the one to catch was the boy. Before he fell. He will do it next time. He will catch someone.