Everyone thinks their a bad boy, but you never find a bad boy as bad as me. The name paris steward frelinghuysen and i live in, Rough City, where player hate and love is lost; I am the #strugglingactor; I live in the moment and I do what I want to do.
change is the game; no flaws
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.
wakes up to get ready for work. everyone has there costumes. she can magically wave her wand and have whatever she want. she doesn’t have the power to bring back the dead, or make YOU money. she can do everything else though.