Bruce must have been tired. Maybe he had too many shots... even though he'd barely touched the thing tonight.. He had to be dreaming. If not, then he definitely saw you within the crowds. That couldn't be possible.

It wasn't possible, and he refused to believe it was possible. It just wasn't. He saw you take your last breath. He saw that light leave your eyes. He felt your pulse weaken... he held you, so tightly... for what felt like hours that night. But, that man. That man within the crowds... in his gala. He felt so much like you. He had your attitude. He had your eyes... He had your smile. God, that smile. It was that smile... That he missed so much. That haunted him.

Bruce didn't know what to do. He felt his heart breaking all over again. What was he to do, when he saw his dead beloved within a complete stranger he didn't even know? Approach them? Stare from a distance? He was at a loss, and that was becoming way too common lately.