I'm sitting on the roof of a Gotham building.

I was at the funeral and everything, but I didn't see him die.

I didn't see the blood.

I couldn't see his pain.

I wish I could have though.

He was always so brave.

He didn't deserve such a grisly end.

No he didn't.

I wish I could've seen him live one last time.  And it didn't help that he was mad at me when he died.  We had gotten in an argument at school, and I think he hates me.  It was such a silly argument to.  His arms were pretty banged up, so I commented, as a joke, that someone might be beating him.  I meant Joker!  He took it to offense and thought I meant Bruce.  He blew up and hasn't really spoken to me since.

What is my problem?

I can't believe it.

Best friends should always be there for each other.

And I wasn't there for him.

I wish I was.

Though I don't think he deserves me.

He was so courageous, even till the bitter end.

I still wish, though, to have been there for him.

I wasn't though.

I wasn't.