[Bruce had once found himself in 15th century Gotham, then only a small colony, and one occupied by one of his great ancestors, Nathaniel. He had gone by the name 'Mordecai' then, of course, but found himself without that luxury now. Bruce absentmindedly touches at a scar beneath his shirt from back then, surrounded by a patchwork of his other injuries throughout the years.]
If you love a city for long enough, it never really changes. Even as the world around it does.
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If you love a city for long enough, it never really changes. Even as the world around it does.