Detective Comics #750
“Where’s your father?”
“I do not know, nor do I care. I have had enough of his war with you… You both have broken my heart too many times.”
“I did everything I could to keep you from harm… To keep you safe when the League fought your father.”
“You wish my gratitude, Beloved? You cannot have it.”
"Dear Milena,
"I wish the world were ending tomorrow. Then I could take the next train, arrive at your doorstep in Vienna, and say: "Come with me, Milena. We are going to love each other without scruples or fear or restraint. Because the world is ending tomorrow." Perhaps we don't love unreasonably because we think we have time, or have to reckon with time. But what if we don't have time? Or what if time, as we know it, is irrelevant? Ah, if only the world were ending tomorrow. We could help each other very much."
- Kafka
