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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.

[_robin_3]

A composed look was on my face while I made my way forward; without another word spoken, I silently placed my own pair of roses next to Bruce's.

I stepped back, standing next to Bruce and staring at both sets of roses before allowing one lone tear to roll down my cheek.

"...Do you think they'd be proud of you? For everything you've done for us, I mean-Dick, Cassandra, and me."

[wayne_memoirs]

The only immediate response is the sound of falling rain. His eyes do not stray from the roses.

"I don't know," he finally admits.