“Not to be the new Bruce Wayne.”“Master Bruce is eighteen inches taller than you are, Ms. Gordon. More with the cowl. I can assure you that you ...ill never be mistaken for him. Come with me, if you please,” Alfred says, gliding away.Barbara groans and hurries after him. It’s not just Bruce; pretty much everyone is taller and has longer legs than she does. Alfred leads her to the workbench on a lower level. Cages are full of Bruce’s equipment. A pair of steel doors leads to his wardrobe. Not far. She stepped back, allowing him entry. His boots were nearly silent on the carpet, but not quite. She closed the door behind him., the bolt sliding home with a clink of metal meeting metal. He shrugged his heavy leather coat off, laying it over a chair. She watched him with wet eyes. The man, with his long dark hair tinted red, held a hand out to her. She looked at it a moment before extending her hand to meet it. ‘I wasn’t sure you’d come.’ She said timidly, a small shy smile escaping despite. “John’s always wanted what you’ve had. Your athleticism, your brains, even your girls. I can’t believe he did this to you, though. I know he’s my brother, but you’ve always been the best part of him.” I could tell she truly meant what she said and her words moved me. I picked my head up out of her chest to look into her eyes again. Slowly and silently I swiped each tear from her face with my thumb, ignoring the red that flushed to her cheeks as I did. The last tear removed, she broke the. She smiled as if reading my mind."I remember you from before your 'accident', a Christmas party, I think. You were a very good looking man."She said it matter-of-factly, as if talking of someone else. She had shown no emotional reaction to my appearance at all, her only reference being her comment about Derek.I remembered she was not at that party, at least that was what David had said. Interesting."I assume you want my help in regard to your wife's relationship with my ex-husband." Ex-wife," I.