It had been twenty years.

Yet you looked young as the day you died.

Being the ghost wife of Bruce was hard as you longed to feel his grasp but he could only comfort you with his words of promising to bring you back to him. Empty promises as you walked the halls you once found yourself pinned against.

A chilling feeling wandered as you watched through mirrors only too see your see through body looking back.

He missed you. Just like every other day.