The box sat there for weeks on end. Both Bruce and Dick had all but forgotten about it.
Since there had been no crime whatsoever Bruce and Dick now only patrolled once a month. Bruce still monitored the police radios and met up with Harley once a week. Just in case anything did pop up.
Bruce came across the box again when he was moving his study around. He had tripped over it as he was pulling his desk out.
He looked at it questionably. It was the note that confused him the most. He couldn't think of anyone who'd send him anything of the sort! Let alone what could be inside.
Bruce decided the best way to find out what was inside was to open it. After a couple of moments of rummaging about he was unable to find either a pen knife or a pair of scissors.
He was about to call out to Dick until he remembered that Dick had gone out to meet with J'onn. Something about forming a new Justice League.
I guess I'll have to take my search to the kitchen then.
Bruce exited his study and began to make his way down the stairs.
Once he reached the kitchen he took a look around.
Now, where are the knives kept?
After looking through all of the drawers and most of the cupboards he finally found them. Once he got back to his study he immediately opened to box.
Within the box were... books. At least twenty-five to thirty books. He picked one of them up and opened it. From first look it began apparent to him. These weren't books but journals!
He scanned the first page for a name. He had to do a double take when he saw it. He couldn't believe his eyes! These journals belonged to the one and only Selina Kyle!
Bruce sat there for a moment. Why one Earth would she send him, of all people, her journals? Especially after everything that had been said and done.
He decided the best way to find out why she'd sent them was to read it. That must've been what she had in mind, right? Why else would she send them?
He flipped it to the next page. On this page was a letter; addressed to him. It said:
Dear Bruce,
If you are reading this then you must've received my journals. Good.
You may be wondering why I sent them to you. Well, the answer is simple really. In order for me to let go of the past and finally move on with my life I must let go of you. And in order to do that I must get rid of these journals.
Written within them is everything that has happened to me these past two years. You might decide that they're not worth reading. You may decide to get rid of them. Turn them into fire kindling. Or you might just be curious enough to read at least one or two. It matters not to me.
Just know that moving on from you is the hardest thing I've ever had to do.
Selina.