A woman appears in the familiar dark room. A man is standing, staring out the window into the never-ending night sky. He doesn’t turn around to look at the woman; he already knows who it is. He clasped his hands behind his back, shifting his weight.

“You’ve taken quite an interest in these two.” The man says.

The woman smiles. Robin described this woman as conniving, but standing in this room; she appears to be a completely different person.

“Maybe it’s because they remind me of us.” At that, the man turns around—the same man who appeared before Robin when she first entered the dark room.

“You just can’t give up on the human race, can you?” He asks.

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The woman comes forward to stand next to him. Tilting her head, she says, “I’d like to think there are more people doing good than bad, and sometimes they just need a little nudge to see the greatness inside themselves.”

The man snorts in disagreement.

“You don’t agree?” She asks.

“I don’t know what to think. Maybe I’m not as optimistic as you are.”

She responds, “I find that hard to believe. You really don’t have to help me with my little endeavors, yet here you are.” At that, the man turns to look at the woman. She smiles. The man grunts and looks back out the window.

“Robin would be furious if she knew how you tricked her. Especially how you appeared to her in the darkroom as a middle-aged woman pretending to have found the safe.”

“I was surprised she didn’t recognize me. ” The woman replies. “She seemed so much more observant than that.”

“Oh, look at that; the sun is starting to come up.” The man comments.

“Maybe things are taking a turn for the better.” The woman says.

“We’ll see,” he replies.

“Yes, we’ll see,” she says, smiling.