“Does Playboy still run fiction?”“I have absolutely no idea, Melinda,” he said, grinning.”

“Did you miss me?’“A little bit,” she said with a shrug.“You have tears running down your cheeks,” he said with a grin. “I think you missed me more than a little.”

“I have lots of faith," the fallen angel said as he crouched down and coaxed the dog closer. "I have faith that this is a bad idea. She's not going to belive you. She's going to think we're nuts. She's going to call the police unless she has a record, and if she does she'll run away.”

“I'm getting the knack of this," she said. "I take the food out, and you fix it."He grinned. "That's your idea of learning to cook?”

“Without Melinda, you'd have no Camus."I exhale. "I know." I know it to my fucking bones.”

“But the real joy he feels doesn't come in the guise of Bruce the billionaire playboy. It comes as Batman - when he does what he was meant to do. When he follows his purpose.”