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People think the reason I left Gotham was because of a fight between me and the Batman. They speculate, spread rumors about what they think happened between us, the Dynamic Duo, and I got to admit, some of the ideas they share are pretty interesting.
But no, it wasn't anything Bruce had done. He was just trying to do what any good father—adoptive or not—should do. Protect his son. Unfortunately, that meant leaving the dark, crime ridden, yet beautiful city that had become my home ever since I was eight years old.
To put it simply, Gotham had become too dangerous. There wasn't any sort of spike in crime or increase in Arkham jailbreaks, but the city had become to dangerous for me. You see, there were people looking for me, but I can't get into too much detail about them for certain reasons. Maybe you'll understand what I'm trying to say better if I put it this way:
Beware the Court of Owls,
That watches all the time,
Ruling Gotham from a shadowed
Perch, behind granite
And lime. They watch you
At your hearth, They watch
You in your bed. Speak
Not a whispered word of
Them or they'll send the
Talon for your head.
Little did I know that my fate was entwined with that simple lullaby. And things would never be the same....