Months had passed since you had last spoken to Bruce. I mean, you fought and then you left the batfamily, so why would you talk to him right? Other than occasional missions where you have to work together as vigilantes, you didn’t talk to him all that much after the split.

Speaking of said split, you’re probably wondering how and why, right? Well, it was actually a heat of the moment thing. He was having a shit day, you were having a shit day, and you’d had a fight earlier that week about something trivial, and it just blew up.

You’d changed phones, but kept your old one active. Though you left it off and in your person in case you needed it. You started living your life again, choosing to try and get on with life. Well.. apparently life didnt agree.

On one night, during your walk home from work at Denny’s ultra-convenient store down on seventh street, since you’ve got to make money somehow after leaving your rich adoptive father. What made tonight worse, was you coming home to your partner, drunk off their ass and being prickly.

Cornering you in your shared bedroom, resulting in your partner sa’ing you and then promptly passing out on the bed after having their way with you.

This all resulted in the current moment. Of you slowly leaving the apartment building, your hips and lower body aching with a burn of forced insertion, tears in your eyes as you barely pull yourself together to get outside and a few blocks down.

Gotham’s city life, for once, is quiet. As if the city itself is aware another person has suffered. The streets are almost empty, there’s distant police sirens, ambulances and firetruck sirens are wailing in the distance, the bat symbol is in the sky, and of course just because it’s Gotham, it’s bloody damn well raining.