"𝐂𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐬 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬"

𝟏𝟐𝟗. "𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐡, 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝"

★ 𝐀 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐈𝐭 ★

Bruce bought a small flat in Edinburgh for us. Thankfully, he didn't have an issue with using his papers since he was never a convict. I couldn't believe my luck that I bumped into him. He was not only my way to actually function every day, but I wasn't alone anymore.

He told me he didn't contact Alfred very often, but we agreed not to tell anyone we were together, just to be safe. Jeremiah most likely knew already since the man he sent for me recognised Bruce. I could just imagine him getting himself off to that fact. His obsession with Wayne and me was always disgusting and creepy.

We've already been in Scotland for a week. I never imagined I would be spending so much time with Bruce, the billionaire boy, Wayne. Especially considering how we've grown to know each other. As it turns out, he's just as quiet as pensive as I always thought. Which was good. If I had to live with a jolly person, I would blow my head off.

There was only one person I could stand who was like that, and he didn't exist anymore. That thought made my grip on the picture tighten. I noticed there was a crease forming and quickly took a deep breath to calm myself. I've been sitting on the windowsill and staring at Jerome and me for hours every day.

In that picture, my hair was short, but that was only a small reason why I cut mine the very first time I saw a pair of scissors in Scotland. Jeremiah loved my hair, and he kept saying how he would never allow me to cut it. That was the second reason. The third was that I needed to be less recognisable.

And the fourth and main one was that I needed a fresh start. So I ended up with curls that reached just below my ears. I also started keeping it in a tangled mess instead of having it neatly parted in the middle like I used to. It was way more comfortable not to worry about it all the time, and I didn't really have anyone to be pretty for anyway.

"Grace." Bruce spoke up suddenly. I glanced at him and wiped my tears.

"You promised you wouldn't look at that anymore." He sighed and set the grocery bags on the floor.

"You promised you wouldn't call me Grace anymore." I retorted and jumped to the floor.

"Right. Sorry. I forgot. And, uh, I have your papers. Are you sure about that name?" He muttered as he patted his pockets.

"Yeah." I nodded and came up to him.

"Can you explain it to me finally?" He asked and handed me the fake passport.

"Sure." I shrugged and plopped down on the couch.

"Do you want tea first?" He cocked his eyebrows. I giggled to myself.

"Look at you. You're like a butler, Pennywayne." I grinned at him. He chuckled, nodded and walked into the tiny kitchen.

"I know I said that once already, but, uh..." He turned on the kettle, came back into the living room and leaned on the wall.

"Being with you is better than being alone." He told me with a small smile.

"Gee, thanks. I'm like a cat then." I snarked. He laughed at my words. I hissed at him.

"No, you're just good at making me smile." He grinned. I couldn't help but return it.

"Yes, that I am." I chuckled softly and nodded.

"Robin." He added with raised eyebrows.

"That has no meaning whatsoever. I just like the name." I shrugged and hid the picture in the passport.

"What about the last name? Grayson?" He asked and walked back into the kitchen to prepare the tea. I set my papers on the coffee table and followed him.