David walked into the apartment and sighed exaggeratedly as he closed the door behind him, he was glad to be home, his stomach was growling furiously at him, angry that the microwavable lasagne in the fridge was yet to be devoured.
Spurred on by the meal of promise David quickly discarded his coat on the closest piece of furniture and removed the mail he collected on the way in from one of the pockets. He scanned the envelopes briefly with little interest – knowing they were all bills in one shape or other – but as he got to one particularly thick envelope he paused.
In an elegant handwritten scrawl on the front of it was his name as well as the apartment's address. Curious he tore open the envelope and pulled the piece of paper from the envelope. Folding out the paper he placed the other post on the counter and read on.
David.
I hope you're still living in the apartment, if not this letter seems wasted but somehow I think you will be and I think that someone we both know helped with that, though he won't tell me directly. In case you were wondering, I'm with him now and obviously no longer living in Gotham.
You probably think I'm crazy for leaving and choosing him over the life I had before I was taken into the sewers, but this is my own choice. I don't think you'll go to the police, but if you do doubt that I'm under a false pretence as to who he is and what he has done you are mistaken.
I want you to know that I truly am grateful for meeting you and hope that whatever I did benefitted you in getting away from your previous life. I hope you and your brother are both well, you won't be able to reply to this letter but I trust the answer will be yes.
Keep at it.
I hope this will help you out in any way.
Scarlett Sinclair.
The letter was brief and to the point, reaching back into the envelope David pulled out whatever was left in there. He looked as his hand in shock and used his thumb to rub against the green dollars in it. Lifting them higher David saw the small five hundred numbers in the centre of the paper. His mouth hung open before he looked from the envelope to the paper again and again. He looked closer at the stamps used on the paper and noted the Scottish thistle motif on them. Obviously at the time he read the letter David held no thought about the money being in dollars rather than Great British Pounds, but when he re-read the letter endless times that night, he realised the forethought Scarlett had towards him. She'd even changed the money into Gotham's currency, no doubt thinking ahead as to what it would look like if a young adult tried to change that much money.
"Holy shit" He said out loud as he thought about Bane and Scarlett leaving Gotham together and actually not being caught. Admittedly he wasn't an avid news follower. A smile came over his face at the generous donation she'd given him, there was no way he would go to the police the number of times Scarlett saved him David felt indebted to her.
"Good luck to you both" David stated out loud with a smile before putting the letter and money aside, he turned back to the fridge and continued to seek out that lasagne, but all that was on his mind were the Scottish nurse and the masked villain that almost undid Gotham.