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I was walking on the widow's watch again, staring at the stars draped across the velvet sky. I had been out there on scores of worlds fighting undreamed of wars. Lost from my friends...but he had come for me.

I felt him as he scaled the roof.

Without turning about I spoke, "Thank you."

"I would have done it for any prisoner."

"But you did it for me," I turned then and he was right behind me, close enough to touch.

The moonlight and starlight called forth wild shadows from his cape. He bent his head down, I bent mine up and we kissed under the night we both lived for.


I was born in the early nineteenth century and died before Napoleon. I have killed around the world and now around the sparkling jewels in the sky. I have been called a witch and an angel, but I am truly neither of those. Madness has been my salvation and my guide for all these many years.

I moved to Gotham to rid myself of my past and succeeded. I owe this city my life and will listen to the song it cries as the wind blows between the darkened buildings until I perish for the last time.


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And that's all for the series folks.

Thanks to all that reviewed it and the wonderful community here.

BZG