Rachel, my dear.

I was hoping that we could speak. I met, through the journals, a friend of yours...a young man.

I am very concerned do not wish to be imposing, I would simply like to make certain that all is well.

Yours sincerely,

Alfred Pennyworth

I am attempting to use this most aggravating confusing journal, which I recently discovered, and I certainly hope it works as it should. So, this is a "test run ( Read more... )

( Delivered to her office )

ooc: The character of Bruce is used with love, although this is not tied to any particular muse. Rachel is used with love and permisson.

( Alfred turned the corner, walking back toward the kitchen. As he placed the tray down, he looked at the full bowl. The soup, Bruce's favorite, was untouched. There was a single bite taken out of the cake, another favorite of his young Master's. He hadn't eaten. Again. )