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[wayne_memoirs]

Today marks no anniversary. No special circumstance has drawn me. Yet here I am. A son needs no reason to visit. I place the roses on the soil and watch the rain beat against the pedals

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[_robin_3]

(silently watches a short distance away; wonders how long it will be before he realizes that he's there)

[wayne_memoirs]

He realizes he's not alone only when he begins to turn. Every muscle in his body begins to tense. A presence here, while he stands over the graves of his parents, is a violation of the greatest magnitude. His first instinct is to strike. His eyes fall upon the intruder, ready to engage.

The anger leaves his body in a flood. The intruder is no intruder at all. A familiar face stares back.

[_robin_3]

(allows a faint smile to be seen)

Felt like seeing them, even without a special occasion? Know the feeling.

(holds up own pair of roses, intended for Jack and Janet Drake)

[wayne_memoirs]

Bruce closes the distance between them. He holds the younger man's gaze for a minute before placing a hand down on his shoulder. There's a squeeze. Then he steps aside to allow Timothy to pass.