[ They never let him read his mother's note, after they told him. He'd asked how they could be sure, once, and was promptly dismissed with the date and gender matched exactly. Enough for him to trust it wasn't a mix up, but otherwise so little. He'd been abandoned in Gotham, and he doubts she'd travel somewhere new just to drop him off, get herself locked up, and die.
He's comfortable with this assumption, he tells himself, fixing the head of lettuce in the fridge with an unintentionally sullen stare. He locates the butter he was looking for and straightens up, turning to the oven. ]
Where were you born? Or where did you grow up, I guess either.
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[ They never let him read his mother's note, after they told him. He'd asked how they could be sure, once, and was promptly dismissed with the date and gender matched exactly. Enough for him to trust it wasn't a mix up, but otherwise so little. He'd been abandoned in Gotham, and he doubts she'd travel somewhere new just to drop him off, get herself locked up, and die.
He's comfortable with this assumption, he tells himself, fixing the head of lettuce in the fridge with an unintentionally sullen stare. He locates the butter he was looking for and straightens up, turning to the oven. ]
Where were you born? Or where did you grow up, I guess either.