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Gotham had a funny way of keeping people in the city. It was like a needle, the moment it dipped into the skin, you were already hooked. It stinged, of course, but it was too late for you to pull it out because it was already in your bloodstream. Grief was similar, except you don’t expect it. It just happens.
You didn’t know who to blame. Should you blame your sister for dying and leaving you behind with her kid? Should you blame the vigilantes for coming late, for letting her die such a cruel, horrible death? You don’t know. All you knew is that you had a kid now, and a coffee shop that you haven’t even opened yet with a stupid degree in business.
God, sis, why’d you have to die?