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Harleen
“Dixie, child of my heart who is not my child (who never really was a child) and to whom it's killing me saying goodbye.”
Selina
“Rikki, you don’t know who your mother was, and you never even were my child, but now that you are gone, so am I.”
Harleen and Selina
“You’re crying too many tears, Talia,
You are just the image of agony
when you know that, one day,
your daughter will come back to life;
let us weep, just a little bit louder,
the one who will never rise up from her grave.”
Talia
“I weep for those things of hers that have been taken away from me,
her smiles, her face, her eyes,
each and every life of hers that still lives,
and that I watch fading away by the day.
Daughter in blood, Daughter in heart,
and those who called you “Our saviour”,
they all looked for remnants of Paradise
behind your weary smiles.
To me you were daughter, dying life,
this blind belly of mine carried you,
and as in my womb, and now in your tomb,
this voice of mine still calls you love.
Had you not been a child of Batman,
I’d have you still as my daughter."