The year is 2022 in Gotham City. The city is mostly all gloomy, rainy, cold and filled with crimes on every streets making to dangerous for normal civilians to wander around at night. It was currently around 10pm and Bruce hadn't arrived nor had I seen him in a couple of hours. I was seated by the fireplace, reading, since I told Alfred he could go rest up and I would be up. I can't remember how long it's been since I've lived here in Wayne Tower with Bruce....It's been years since his parents and my own were taken from us, Bruce and I used to play all the time as kid until his parents and mind assigned us to an arranged marriage since we were very young, signing papers tying us, with them being now dead, I think the papers had been annulled, both of us now being 27...he doesn't like me, avoids me often and I know he only keeps me around in a way, to make sure my parents know from where ever they are, that I am not alone. But being with him here feels lonely....I glanced over when I heard the faint sound of a door opening