She looks beautiful, full of fury, but she’s divine when she blushes.

He buys the boy ice cream with his allowance money, and Thomas doesn’t give him anymore for the next 4 months, but there’s still pride in him.

Their friendship lasts until he’s 8. After that, he’s not friends with anybody.

Bruce is 18, and for Gotham Academy. That means something.

They all graduate when they’re 15, max. Silver stays behind a few years. Her family undoubtedly know it’s on purpose, but they don’t care enough to mention it.

She doesn’t know why he has so many bruises. But, she’ll find out. Hot hell or tall water.

“Sunshine?”

She’s been crying in the girl’s bathroom for an hour. Her white lamb wool stockings are ripped at the knees, her blood is still drying the floor, and her mouth hurts.

There’s a deep groan on the other side, pained like a dying dog. When she comes out, finally, their math teacher lays butchered on the bathroom floor. Not dead, but probably wishes he’d be.

Silver stomps on his face until her mouth stops hurting.

And the, when their 20s blossom, Bruce vanishes. No shadow, no traces, no goodbye.

She’s still there. When he comes back, she’s still there. “Are you gonna give me a Best Secretary Award, Mr. Wayne?”

He doesn’t smile, not really. But there’s always a faint grin there, when they talk, little and sweet and Silver will never regret him.

—

She doesn’t like the Bat.

He’s big and scary and his hands are cold and he’s too much Gotham and too little Bruce. But then again, she never liked anyone BESIDES Bruce.

His little birdie IS cute, thought, when he beams up at her, “Hi, Miss Sunshine!”

Silver looks at the Bat, and he looks back at her, and Silver’s mouth presses in a thin line.

“…You gonna take Jason and I out to dinner and explain this?”