BatCat/Brucelina - Batman the dark knight rises
She wishes it was raining. That's all she can think as the day of his funeral arrives. She hadn't expected to be invited, but it came in the mail, a thick cream coloured card announcing the small private "burial" for Bruce Wayne. She debates going, but she knows she couldn't not go. So she dons her dress, expertly applies her makeup, all the while wishing the skies were crying at the loss of Bruce.
She takes a cab to Wayne Manor, and she almost smiles at the look the cabbie gives her when she tells him her destination. It's well known that few are welcome there. But when she arrives, there's Alfred waiting for her.
He wordlessly helps her out of the cab and leads her to the burial site.
"You were with him, before he left?" he asks.
"I was," she whispers, her voice just as broken as his.
When they get there, she almost breaks down. The only other person there is Gordon. There, carved into stone in his name. She wants to break down, to cry and rage at the injustice of it all. He was good. He didn't deserve to die. He gave her hope for the first time. He was the one man she thought she could have one day given her heart.
Instead she stands there as they recite words. When she woke up that morning, she thought that no one could feel the hurt she felt, no one hurt as much as she did at his death, but seeing Alfred, hearing how broken he is, she knows she was kidding herself.
She wants to comfort him somehow, but she doesn't do hugs. So instead she loses herself to her own grief, quietly, internally.
Gordon leaves but she and Alfred stay, not saying a word to each other but grateful to have a companion in their grief.
