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Bittersweet - Apocalyptica.

Bittersweet

I'm giving up the ghost of love

in the shadows cast on devotion

Terry loved her, loved them. He wished Dana knew that, that he loved her with all his heart but that he had to follow her instead. It was always her.

She is the one that I adore

creed of my silent suffocation

He had done so much for Gotham and no matter how much she made him suffer just like all her past lovers, he couldn't leave her alone. He wouldn't abandon her.

Break this bittersweet spell on me

lost in the arms of destiny

Perhaps it was his destiny to serve Gotham, like his father had. Like his 'brothers' and his 'sisters' had served for all their years. Maybe he'd never be free from her poison lips when he had over a sky scrapper. Maybe he'd never forget her lush hair fanning out into a vicious battle between her light and dark side at dusk and dawn. Maybe he didn't want too.

Bittersweet

I won't give up

I'm possessed by her

Maybe he didn't want to give her up. Terry knew he was addicted, addicted to the thrills, addicted to the lifestyle – he was addicted to Gotham and for more. He needed it, and after seeing what it was like to be 'sober' he wasn't sure he could ever be like that. Bittersweet freedom – bittersweet slavery.

I'm bearing her cross

She's turned into my curse

Every cut, every bruise, every drop of blood or broken bone, or concussion – every bit of pain for her. Batman wasn't a blessing, it was a curse, to be trapped in Gotham's suffocating, warm embrace.

Break this bittersweet spell on me

lost in the arms of destiny

Bruce, Dick, Barbara, Jason, Tim, Stephanie, Cassandra, Helena, Jean-Paul – so many people ensnared by Gotham's beauty and passion – but they couldn't get away in the end. They couldn't give up and marriage wasn't an option – til death do you leave.

Bittersweet

I want you

I wanted you

And I need you

I needed you

The things people forgot to tell you, what they had forget to tell Terry was...they didn't want to leave in the end.

It wasn't the lies, it wasn't the pain, it wasn't the thankless existence. It was getting old. It was getting hurt. It was slowing down when Gotham only got younger and fasted and stronger. It was that heartbreaking bitter love and furstation they felt when they suddenly couldn't keep up.

Suddenly they couldn't live in her world anymore, of chilling embraces and sadistic passion – suddenly they were let with cold concert and indifferent glass.

Suddenly they were nothing.

Break this bittersweet spell on me

lost in the arms of destiny

Suddenly they were alone.

Break this bittersweet spell on me

lost in the arms of destiny

And they regretted nothing. Not even the tears on their faces or the scars of their backs. Gotham was...their bittersweet love.

And, for now, she was Terry's.

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