ꫂ᭪. it had been five years. five years since he'd seen bruce, dick and alfred. five years since he's seen her. but here she was, a grown woman now, across the cemetery with flowers in her grasp. he watched as she approached the gravestone, his gravestone.

she placed her palm on the stone, brushing off some leaves. he could see her mouth moving but the hushed tone she was using was hindering him from hearing exactly what she was saying. he scoffs to himself as she took the dead flowers and replace them with new ones.