Johnny's Log:

I'm watching the news.

Explosions all over Gotham.

I'm sure a certain group of people will be out there.

If this was month ago, perhaps Dad would be too.

Mom walks in.

"Oh, God, all of those people in those explosion. who would do that?"

"A horrible person."

Dad walks in behind mom.

Grabs her and kiss her on cheek.

She smiles.

He seems more lively.

"Wow, Abe. You seem better."

He flashes a quick smile.

"Yeah, my shoulder's feeling a lot better with those pain meds."

"Well, how was work?"

"I got assigned a case. Man has a missing face. Can't wait till this reaches the press."

Ah, sarcasm.

"Ew, that's horrible."

"Hey, you didn't even see it."

"Well, don't tell me how it was in real life!"

They're playful.

Haven't seen this in a while.

Seems this case is the medicine to his depression.

That reminds me I have a case of my own.

Savannah Willows has a past.

We all do.

I need to uncover hers to understand what we're dealing with.

"Dad, you're not helping with the explosions?"

"The rest of the GCPD task force is. I have the duty of catching a killer."

"Best of luck, father."

Fall into your urges, Abe.

I can see them.

You want to spend your nights out late again.

You want to be more than just a cop.

Go into that closet.

Do it.

DO IT.

But he won't.

Last time he did his best friend died.

I doubt that's a flame he wants to rekindle.

For now, father you're just Detective Abraham Arlington.

Soon you'll be revisiting your dirty pleasure.

Now is too late to stop.

Done