ada-racheldawes spotted on the streets of Gotham
Bruce was sitting in the small coffee shop, his eyes trained out the front window looking off at nothing in particular. He still couldn't believe, after all these years, that she was alive. He had placed a headstone for her, had mourned her, and yet Rachel Dawes was still alive.
He didn't know if she would meet him. In truth, Bruce wasn't sure if she had even received his message--or if she would even know what the message meant--but he still had hope. It wasn't much, but it was all Bruce had left anymore.
So he sat at the table by the window, running his finger along the ring of his coffee cup, and he waited. Hoping she would meet him, hoping it really was her, hoping he wasn't wrong, hoping she would come...
