Out for a walk.

[batman_begins_]

Bruce Wayne walks along a dark Gotham sidewalk. The beams of light from the street lamps seem to cut the darkness like a knife. His long brown trenchcoat billows in the light breeze that scatters the trash at his feet. Just out for a walk but being dragged subconsiously to a place he knows all too well. He stops at the end of an alley and peers

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[twitchnosewitch]

Rosie wanders down the street, exploring what is to be her new home. Her rather bright pink and orange gown makes her a highly visible target. She'd left Arkham in charge of a pair of undergrads, and hoped they wouldn't keep Mister Dent and Miss Kyle up all night with their music. She has too many other things on her mind to worry about college kids throwing a party.

[batman_begins_]

Bruce notices her out of the corner of his eye but doesn't turn to her yet. He's having trouble pulling his eyes from that spot down the alley.

[twitchnosewitch]

Rosie pauses when she sees him. He's one of her childhood heroes, but she doesn't think a fangirlish squeal+glomp would be appreciated. Plus she's far too grown up and responsible for such things. So, she contents herself with a long look.

[batman_begins_]

Bruce can feel her eyes on him. He pries his eyes from the alley and turns to her with a small smile.

"I'm sorry, is this your bench?"