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Why do you do it? I...I don't think that's something I can answer for you. Unless you're asking rhetorically. Then, I guess, no one can really answer it because you're just frustrated and not really asking.

I can tell you why I do it, but for as often as we get confused for each other, I don't think my reasons are really all that helpful. I'm doing it because it's cold and dark and quiet and lonely here I'm doing it because I'm tired of being alone and I'm tired of being scared. I'm tired of missing people that I've barely ever known.

I can't really help what I want to say and do, but I guess maybe you can. Help what I want to say and do, I mean. You always let me have my say, though, and I'm sorry that backfires on you because if it's backfiring on you, that means it's not so great for me, either.

I spent my whole life with no one but Dad to talk to and, even then, he wasn't very good for conversation. Or listening. Or parenting. Or anything but murdering people and lying. Either way, I guess...thanks. For listening. For not shutting me up when I want to talk. I'm not really afraid of losing my voice, anymore. I hope you aren't, either.

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More good days than I ever had, I bet.

[She shrugs.] Is that where you grew up? In a home? I bet your story's better than mine.

[Blake just smiles.] I'm guessing the problem here is a lack of social interaction. I'd imagine fathers...are like that.

[He folds his hands] Nah. Not really. I was born and raised in Gotham City. Mom left the picture really early. Dad...left later but it made things really difficult.

Pretty much. I've only really ever talked to maybe...I don't know, not even ten people in my life, probably.

Oh. [She smiles, lets out a little laugh.] Kind of the same, here, too. Sort of.

...That's. Horrible. If you don't mind me saying. [However it's something he also envies a little. People are hard to deal with.]

...Yeah?

My dad gambled. He was a mob attorney for Falcone - these are all names that might not mean anything to you if you're not from Gotham but. Falcone sort of stole him from his private practice. Lesson here? Don't gamble kid. Ever.

I don't mind. Because it's true.

[Shakes her head.] Sorry, I'm from Sanitarium Island. I guess that's like...all the way on the other side of the country, basically.

And don't worry, I don't know a thing about gambling. It's not something I plan on taking up.

Good. [He nods] I've never heard of Sanitarium Island.

It's off the west coast. Used to be part of the mainland. Sort of. Anyway, that's probably for the best. That you haven't heard of it, I mean.

..what that bad? Like, are we talking Gotham City Bad?