John understood. Gotham was his city too, deep down. Not Brooklyn, not Irvine, a fictional, messed up city that he apparently rose to be its protector after the man in front of him gave everything.
He nodded.
"Gotham survived, because of the Batman. And everyone knew it."
What else he remembered from that dream, John didn't go into. The crushing down that settled on his shoulders as the platform rose. As he realized what Bruce intended for him to do. The funny thing was how the doubt had crossed over here, to the waking world. Up until now he never had thought he'd have an issue.