Here's what you have missed. Back when I was trapped inside Moth Lady's body, I slept with Batman. Shortly thereafter I returned to my original body and unbeknownst to me, Moth Lady was left carrying our love child. A love child that we have just found out about, like, right now. At this very second. ...And scene!
Miss M Presents:
Three Toys and a Baby!
Miss M: I never thought...
Miss M: What are you going to do? Kill us?
Miss M: Wait, we can't just take a baby...
A few moments and a wardrobe/diaper change later...
Bruce Wayne: This is a bit more important. I also can't save Gotham with baby poo and goo all over my suit.
Bruce Wayne: Are we still sure this baby is ours?
Miss M: I can't say I'm taking this calmly either. I pride myself on being a good upstanding human being and I'm pretty sure that what we did to Moth Lady constitutes as ra-
Bruce Wayne: Don't say that.
Bruce Wayne: (looks down at the baby) Let's take care of her.
Miss M: What?!
Miss M: I don't know. Maybe that would be the perfect setting for a child to grow up in.
Bruce Wayne: Great. I'll have Alfred bring your things over. Would you like your old room or would you like to stay with me?
Bruce Wayne: Since you seem to have wiped so much crime out of the city as WoW, I am perfectly fine being a stay at home dad.
Bruce Wayne: You don't give me enough credit. Besides, I would be just as worried with you.
Miss M: What? That's insane. I'm not a playgirl.
Miss M: Not even. That is old news.
Bruce Wayne: So why can't you be open to loving me? I will never hurt you. M, we both have the chance to experience something neither of us ever thought possible.
Miss M: Got it.
Miss M: I know. I know.
Bruce Wayne: Just some humor to lighten the situation.
Miss M: (sighs) I'm going to get my dog and some of my things.
Bruce Wayne: Sounds good. When you get back, we need to work on a name for her.
Bruce Wayne: Let's see... Batbaby? Or, Batgirl maybe?
Miss M: Hmmm, how 'bout, no?
Miss M: I'm regretting this already...
Moth Lady: I need to be alone for awhile, I'm looking forward to just being in a space of quietness.
Hello little monster,
I suppose the reason I am writing this letter is to let you know that you did mean something to me. That's why I dropped you off with mopey melodramatic Miss M and the ever vigilant yet annoying Batman. Had you stayed with me you would have fallen into a life of villainy and pillaging. It sounds fun on paper, but Dragon Queen has not always been the best ruler. I also fancy myself a loner. A warrior woman far too erratic to ever be burdened with anything save for the insects I can communicate with. Luckily they find ways to scatter away too. Either way, I hope you were able to have a good life. Don't believe the horror stories about how you came to be. While this makes me want to vomit, you were created with love. Passionate, sloppy love, but love nonetheless. Oh, and I'm sorry you got your father's wings and not mine. A moth's wings are exquisite. Enjoy whatever is left of your life, grody little monster.
Your Mommy Too,
The letter is folded up and filed away for the future...
Moth Lady wonders if the letter will ever be read or what will come of the little monster she carried for nine months...
She finds it all to be a funny thing.
Would things have been ok? Could she have created a life for herself and the little monster?
Sometimes nothing needs to be said at all.
It's the possibilities of life, the different futures that could happen that make things tricky. Always wondering what if?
Had I put the bottle down and lived my life, would I have experienced something different? Or maybe I needed that bottle and all its misery so that I could experience something new that I had never expected. I was happy once. I think.
All "what ifs" fall flat though. It's not about the future or the past. The present is what counts. The life we want in the moment is all we need.
I did the right thing. I am free.