Blake Lively hadn’t felt this defeated since he stood on the bridge and watched Batman’s helicopter explode over the ocean. At that moment, he knew he was truly alone. But there was also a sense of determination.
Bruce Wayne had died knowing that Gotham would be safe under his protection. He strove to prove Wayne correct.
He hadn’t been able to protect those four close friends of the judges, or the former mayor who hadn’t even reached twenty-five-years-old, or Commissioner Gordon. And now, Lynx was another victim of The Penguin’s mysterious reign.
The sense of emptiness in his breast was absolute but he had to stay strong. Gotham needed him. Lynx needed him…if she was still alive.
He stood on the rooftop of a building near the scene of the afternoon carnage, letting the cold wind blow the self-induced disappointment away. His cape flowed behind him and his dark hair slightly ruffled in the wind.
Beside him, Katherine Kane stood in her regular clothes, her hands thrust into the pockets of her leather jacket and wearing a grim expression.
“I should’ve stopped him when I had the chance,” Robin finally spoke.
She shook her head. “It’s not that easy. He amassed a gang that would do anything to protect him. A gang that marked their territory by killing anyone they felt like.” Her jaw clenched. “They killed my younger brother.”
Blake looked at her. “I’m…so sorry.”
“I holed myself up in my apartment and refused to do anything but eat, drink, and watch television. I come back out here and I am still failing.”
She looked at him. “People died today because I couldn’t act.”
“Because we couldn’t act. We did not anticipate The Penguin to strike like this. We failed. But you, the Batwoman, your Gotham’s next hope. You have to believe, otherwise, The Penguin has truly won.” He placed a hand on her shoulder. “And we can’t give up on Lynx. We’re going to find her. We’re going to save her. And we’re going to kick The Penguin’s ass.”
She nodded. “And it starts tonight. When that Bat-signal appears in the sky we strike and take zero prisoners.”
A hint of a smile touched his lips. “I like the way you’re talking.”
“Let’s get back to base,” Katherine told him.