beyond #1

"you see?" she whispered in the darkness, not really sure if he was still awake "how this here are our most free moments? when we're nobody?"

"nobody? how do you mean that?" his voice was drowsy, but it sounded like he was hurt by her words.

"I think you're proving my point by turning into one of the other big two who both want order more than anything" she smiled like a cat on her prey.

He groaned a little bit annoyed.

"Yeah, i know, not 'order'; 'justice'. Doesn't matter - both are out there, both are fiction. But what is fact are our moments, where we don't need names, hardly need words, where we are nobody and without future, free from all this fictions, all these constructs, even our own"

Instead of an answer, he took her in his arms, pressed his face against her chest. She took his head in her hands, stroked it softly and kissed it from time to time.

"I know, B., I know" were her last words before they both fell asleep to the never sleeping sound of Gotham City...