1. kapitola | setkání

„Dear Jerome,
I remember sitting on a bench with you, looking at Gotham City from afar. We both laughed and talked for hours, like every other year. It was our tradition. Every year, you came back to Gotham, and I came back to the circus. One night, when we were looking at the stars, you told me that I was the best friend you ever had. At that moment, I didn't know what to say, so I just smiled."