The silver fog lays heavily on the land as the young maid watched the stars bleed their diamond glow upon the waiting earth. Their celestial ballet unfolded before her as she watched on, wondering if he was watching these same stars in his own world. His own reality. She doubted that, he wasn't the type to gaze upon their gentle, twinkling beauty, it wasn't him.

Miriam sighed, turning her face down, feeling the warm caress of the scent of Jasmin from the garden situated below her balcony. This wasn't her; she was not the type to fawn over a man, especially a man like Kyler. But, then again, she had never been the object of any affections the way she was with Kyler. She had never, in a million years, thought that someone like him could be interested in someone like her, someone so plain, so average.

He was so different from her, and yet, underneath the skin, they were so the same. They were so alike. "We -are-," she kept reminding herself. She refused, simply refused, to think of him as gone. He was not a past tense. He would come back, or so she hoped. Of course, she also hoped that, just like in the fairy tales of her youth, he would come back, just for her, sweep her off her feet and tell her that never again would he see Saena. That he would be her's, that they would get married, go back to England, live in one of the old castles that her father had acquired, and raise a family. They would live happily ever after. The End.

"Yeah right," she muttered to herself, tossing the flower that she had picked from a box situated on the balcony's railing over the edge. She knew that would never happen, but it never stopped her heart from aching for it, for wanting him back. .

She shook her head, trying to release herself from these foolish thoughts. He had gone home, back to his own reality, back to Saena; he wouldn't come back. Not for her. She knew this, there were no doubts in her mind, only in her heart. She could still hear him talking, a longing in his voice, about his home, no matter how destitute it sounded to Miriam.

She turned, heading inside. It was late and she should be asleep. It was Terry's night to do patrol, she didn't have to worry about donning the cowl of the Huntress. She would not be on the prowl, stalking the dark nights of Gotham's streets, not tonight. She would take tomorrow night, though, and find herself once more a New Huntress. She knew how she'd turn; she'd turn cold, unemotional, inhuman. Without a solid doubt in her mind, she knew she'd turn into something like Bruce had become. A shell of a human with only memories of friends and lovers to console her.

The gauze like curtains floated around her as she entered the room, a mist of fabric swallowing her like the darkness that threatened her humanity. A cool breeze, refreshing in the warmth of the night, was the culprit. With the curtains, it also blew that heavenly heavy scent into the room as well. Soft Jasmin from the garden now floated around her as she readied herself for sleep. A relaxing, calming scent, to sooth her anxious mind.

The room she had in Wayne Manor was large, but still comfortable for the young British woman. It was decorated tastefully with dark coloured wood furniture and hues of deep purple. The walls themselves, however, were white. On the stand next to her bed sat a picture, in a silver frame, of her parents, before she was born. Her mother had been killed, by the mob many thought, and that's why she was here, in America, under the protection of the very first Dark Knight.

Mingled with the scents of flowers was the hint of something, someone, else. Kyler. She sighed, knowing that her bed would smell the strongest of the wild man who had swept her off her feet and made his way into her heart, no matter how closed off she had promised herself she would be to him. He had been a stripper after all. Even with the aristocracy formerly disbanded over a century ago, Miriam still couldn't help but feel the remains of her family's posterity, and feel a little embarrassed at the thought of falling for a male stripper.

As she crawled into her bed, the dark purple sheets and the white duvet swarming her as she did so, Kyler's scent rose into her nostrils, playing with her, toying with her. It caressed her body just as her sheets did, wrapping her in the warmth of a disillusioned day dream. She gathered the pillows in her arms, hugging them and their residual scent of Kyler to her body, breathing it in deeply.

She felt the pit of her own teenaged crush, the depressing knowledge that he probably would not return. He was gone from her life, forever. As she fell asleep, that thought resounded in her head and silent tears damped the pillow beneath her face. She wanted him so badly to come back. She wanted him so badly to come back to her and tell her that everything would be okay, that they could live happily ever after and all of that, but she knew it wasn't going to happen.

In her dreams that night, her subconscious played a wicked trick on her. She dreamed of a day when her and Kyler could be together. In love. She wouldn't notice how mean it was until she woke up, however, and for the hours she was lost in the wonderful dream, Miriam was truly happy.