It's been 3 months. 3 months has past since Gotham was taken over.

It was freezing out, the snow sticking on the ground, trials are still going on.

I looked out at the city. Patrol cars are still rolling down the streets making sure everything is kept in this new order.

I wonder if dad is...alive.

Based on what Bane told me he most likely isn't.

Two months prior to this moment I found out o had dissociative identity disorder meaning multiple personalities disorder. It helped somewhat of why I did most of the things I did. I didn't like I had D.I.D. and I still don't so I'm taking a tong of medication so I can keep myself in control. So I'm still me and not the other me.

But now I can think more clearly which I'm happy about.

Big strong arms wrap themselves around me from behind. I didn't even have to turn about to know who it was.

"Hello Bane." I say calmly.

"Is everything okay?" He asked.

I know you all are surprised of how he's acting but he's still human. He only acts this way to people he cares about, me being one of them. Or I guess only for as far as I can tell.

"Yes everything is fine Bane." I told him.

"What going on in that head of yours?" He asks. I lightly smile.

"Just....everything going on in this city." I tell him. He hummed in response.

"Your lying. What's troubling you?" I sigh.

"As you know I have multiple personalities disorder. The woman you met 3years ago wasn't me. I mean it was me but it wasn't. I now have a clear head on everything and I'm just thinking of all the horrible things I've done up to this point." I said truthfully.

"Do you regret it?" He asked.

"Yes. I do regret it, I always will but now....it's too late to fix any of it. Now I'm just going with the flow."
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