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Two masked figures stood atop Wayne Tower, silhouetted by the setting sun. In the softness of the ending light, in the shadow of smoke pouring from the embattled city below, they almost looked like fire themselves.
"Not many understand the burden of the mask," Batman said quietly.
Gritty hula-hooped his orange-furred belly in solemn agreement. In doing so, their hands just barely touched. It was deeply affecting to them both.
“But you…” and here Batman turned to Gritty, their eyes finally meeting. “You understand.”
And for this brief moment, (until the hockey team left, with Gritty), they stood there… together.