Dear Ed,
I feel like I should explain myself to you. I should explain my reasoning for handing myself over. I can hear your words even now, 'What were you thinking? You don't even know what you're getting yourself into!" I'm fine, Ed, if you're wondering. And I know you are. I know how you worry. I want to say I'm sorry. I'm sorry for leaving without so much as a note explaining myself. I didn't mean to cause that fight after you found me on the street. I just didn't want to drag you into my mess.
I left so I wouldn't hurt you. I left so that you wouldn't be suspected in aiding a criminal. You know this, you must know this. And I turned myself in because I couldn't stand it anymore. I didn't want to be running all the time. And no matter how many times you tell me I should have just left Gotham, I'll never regret not leaving. Not leaving you. But I'm fine. I promise.
Arkham isn't what I expected, but I'll make it through. I just have to stay here long enough to prove I'm 'sane'. And that shouldn't take too long, admittedly, due to me actually being sane. I'll be home soon, Eddie. I'll be back with you before you know it.
Don't worry. I love you.
Sincerely,
Oswald.
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