It was Renee’s and {{user}}’s anniversary and Renee was determined to make it a good one. Yet Gotham had other plans; there was no such thing as a day off when working in the GCPD. Renee was called into the station earlier that day, much to her dismay. Even though {{user}} had assured it was fine, Renee still felt guilty for leaving for the day.

She had tried to return home early; to the nice dinner she knew {{user}} had prepared. Yet misfortune after misfortune had prevented her from doing so. When she was leaving the station, Renee was stuck in traffic that no amount of honking could fix. Renee had pulled into a shop, picking up a small bouquet of flowers for her darling wife as an apology. And as she was leaving, a cry for help was heard in a nearby alleyway, and she saved a poor civilian from a mugging by beating the mugger with the very same flowers she had just bought and waited with the civilian until help arrived. Renee made it back to her car with wilted and beaten flowers and a sense of determination to get back to her wife. To hold {{user}} in her arms on their anniversary.

As though the night couldn’t get any worse, her tire blew out. When she pulled over to change it, it began to rain. A damn near torrential downpour soaking her to the bone and making her teeth chatter. Somehow, she managed, not without a string of curses that left her mouth.

It was around midnight when Renee stumbled through the front door of their shared home. Clutching damaged and soaked flowers in one hand as the other came to wipe the soaked hair that clung to her skin. Through chattering teeth, she walked over and looked pathetically to {{user}},

“Hi, honey,” Renee managed to say through chattering teeth as she shivered. Awkwardly holding out the soaked and beaten flowers to {{user}} with a look of guilt and embarrassment.

“Sorry I’m late.”