Harri looked at the graffiti on the building she and Bruce passed as they pulled in to the port. A bat symbol circled in red with a line through it. The city hated the Batman. But Bruce didn't seem to notice at all. He was focused on the task ahead.

"Are they coming with us?" Harri asked about the team on the boat. She and Bruce were standing on the port waiting. It was a very brisk morning.

"No," Bruce said. "They are just doing a few checks and refueling. The weather should be good for the trip."

"Okay," Harri said and looked across the water at the city beside them. It was 4 a.m. and the city was still lit only by lights on the street and in the windows. "How long should it take to arrive to...wherever the coordinates lead us?"

"About four days," Bruce told her.

"Oh..." Harri said. "I didn't know it would be that long. And no cell reception out there right?"

"Right," Bruce told her. He wasn't looking forward to four...or with no existing time machine-eight or more days away from Arsenio. Bruce looked at Harri as was beginning to change his mind. It was the first time he had left Arsenio for more than just a few hours since Adriana had died. This was more difficult than he had imagined it would be.

"Are you changing your mind?" she asked.

"Are you?" he responded with a question.

"Well...I told my husband we would be sailing but I didn't know it would be for over a week," she said, her words telling him she expected them to sail out and find nothing and then return. "I'll have to call him and let him know before we head out."

"So you're coming?" Bruce asked.

"The yacht looks nice," Harri answered.

Bruce nodded. "Thank you."

"Unless you're changing your mind?" she asked him.

Two men in suits carrying their luggage onto the boat passed them before Bruce answered.

"No," Bruce said. "We're going."

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At 8 a.m. after the sun had risen and Bruce had the boat going on autopilot. Harri was on the deck looking out over the water as the wind ripped through her hair.

"Aren't you cold out here?" Bruce asked her.

"A little," she said. "Actually I was thinking of what a waste of money this blowout on my hair was."

"Well you should come inside," Bruce said. "Getting sick at sea is no fun."

"Probably right," Harri said as they went indoors. "Something smells good."

"I made some eggs...sausages..a few waffles," Bruce told her.

"You just made waffles? Seriously?" Harri asked.

"Well..it's the frozen kind, to be honest," he said as they went to the dining table.

"Oh and fruit," Harri said excitedly and looked at the enormous bowl of berries beside a bowl of cut melons.

They ate quietly for a while and Bruce noticed Harri repeatedly picking up and looking at her cell phone, continually forgetting there was no reception.

"So, you spoke to your husband about the trip of course," Bruce said, distracting her from trying to check her weather app.

"Of course, I told him we were heading out into the Atlantic for 8 to 10 days," she said.

"Oh, I know that I meant," Bruce said. "Of course you've told him we've headed out. What I meant was-"

"You're asking if I told him we're going out into the middle of the ocean to look for a time machine?" she asked. "Yes, I told him."

"I see," Bruce responded.

"Don't worry," Harri said. "He's not going to tell anyone or anything."

"I know," Bruce said.

"He doesn't think you're crazy or anything.." Harri said.

"So he believes there's a time machine out here?" he asked.

"Well...no.." Harri said. "I mean Bruce, you have to admit this is all a little far fetched."

"Yes," Bruce said. "And Twyla already has enough money from me to last her for the rest of her life. It's just..."

"What?"

"I'm a good judge of character...I can tell when people are lying...body language...cues.." Bruce said. "When she was telling me about the machine, I didn't sense that she was lying to me at all. Which means, at the very least, she believes what she told me."

"What did she tell you? Did she tell you how to use this machine? Or what it looks like?" Harri asked him.

"No," he said. "All she told me was that I couldn't change my body. Not until after the date I go back. Meaning everything that's happened to me physically will happen again."

"Well...you have lost some weight," Harri remarked.

"I don't care about that," Bruce said. "All I care about is..."

"Adriana," Harri said, sympathetically.

"I miss her terribly, Harri," Bruce said. "And it's not just that...I wronged her...I was terrible to her."

"I'm sure she would have forgiven you Bruce," Harri said. "I mean..she was understanding and forgiving."

"She deserved more and I let her down," Bruce said.

"I think you should forgive yourself Bruce," Harri told him. "You were in a difficult situation. You didn't know who was exposing you..and like you said..you're a good judge of character. Good and seeing lies, and probably when someone is hiding something from you. Now we know..she was hiding something, and something quite big. You couldn't have known."

Bruce sighed. "I suppose you're right and that makes sense but..even still. She was hiding something shameful not something she was guilty of. I wish she would have just told me and given me a chance to tell her that whatever the Joker did to her..it would never change my feelings for her. I loved her no matter what."

Harri looked down at her empty plate. Bruce knew that Harri did not believe that the Joker abused Adriana. He did not see how Harri and Lucius could even believe such a thing as Adriana wanting to be with the Joker. Bruce knew that it was because they didn't know exactly how manipulative the Joker could be. Harri knew that the Joker didn't seem manipulative in that way. She contemplated with herself over and over whether or not to tell Bruce that she had met the Joker , but failed to see how that would make anything better. He would likely tell her that the Joker had manipulated her too, to believe his lies.

"She knew that you loved her Bruce," Harri said. "That is for certain. And I think you should know that before we arrive..and before we turn around."

Bruce looked Harri in the eyes.

"Okay," He nodded.

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"We're about an hour out," Bruce told Harri after he looked up from a picture on his cell phone of Arsenio. They were an hour from the location Twyla had given them.

Harri had spent the last four days in a coma of movies and snacks. She was only moderately excited about arriving at their destination and then turning around and returning to the city.

Harri and Bruce spent the following hour in the cockpit until Bruce stopped the boat. It began to rain a few moments later. The rain was pouring down very heavily.

"Now what?" Harri asked.

"Not sure," Bruce admitted. "All she gave us was a coordinate..which isn't exactly an exact location. We could go a few thousand feet in each direction and still be within the same coordinate. And we have no idea how large or small what we're looking for is."

"And what about the rock?" Harri asked and Bruce pulled the small smooth pebble out of his pocket.

"No clue," he said and looked at it. He put it back into his pocked and grabbed a couple of pairs of binoculars, handing a set to Harri.

"Will we even be able to see anything?" she asked. "It's coming down pretty hard out there."

"Probably not," Bruce said and walked by her. She followed him to the covered area on the deck and water spilled over her feet, soaking through her sneakers and through to her socks.

She followed Bruce's lead and looked out over the ocean with her binoculars. All she could see was rain, the ocean crashing, grey seas.

"Anything?" Bruce asked after several minutes of looking.

"Nope," she said.

"We're going to have to wait for it to stop raining," he said. "We can move around this area a bit in the mean time."

Bruce's frustration grew over the next few hours as the rain began to pour even harder. He navigated around the area, and the sensors on the boat picked up on nothing in the vicinity. Harri decided to stay out of his way as she could tell he was growing impatient.

A couple of hours of waiting turned into 48 hours. Two days later and the rain was still pouring as hard as ever.

"This makes no sense," Bruce said. "This weather wasn't even forecasted."

Harri dipped the corner of her toast into the egg yolk on her plate as Bruce pulled on his boots and windbreaker for the millionth time and grabbed his binoculars. He didn't wait for her reply as he went back out to look out at the ocean.

When he was outside, Harri began to wonder how and when it would be appropriate to suggest it was time for them to go back. The following morning she went out into the rain and circled the deck looking for Bruce. She found him standing by the anchor with his binoculars held up to his eyes, water dripping from his wet hair and down his arms.

He turned around and saw her standing there without a jacket in the rain, her hair drenched. He could tell by the look in her eyes alone, that she was ready to leave. The rain seemed to simply be everlasting. The beautiful clear skies had gone grey.

"There's nothing here," he said to her and she nodded.

He took off his jacket and gave it to her. After she put it on, she looked at him sadly.

"Bruce, I hope you're going to be okay," she said.

"I don't know when this rain is going to stop.." he said. "But I know we can't wait here forever."

"We can't," Harri confirmed. "Antonio needs me..and Arsenio needs you."

She watched Bruce's shoulders drop as he turned away from her, his dark hair flat against his forehead from the pounding rain. He was quiet as he gazed out over the water which was mostly blurry as the rain dripped into his eyes.

"Do you really believe she would have forgiven me?" Bruce asked. "For blaming her for my problems? Blaming her for me being stalked? Neglecting her? Using her when she was at her weakest?"

"Bruce," Harri said. "I know exactly what she's say."

"What's that?" Bruce asked, happy that the rain could hide the tear he felt coming out of his eye.

"She's had way more problematic relationships and treatment," Harri said. "Trust me. She'd say Bruce..come on..I've seen worse. Don't worry about it."

Bruce laughed at the way Harri mimicked Adriana's voice.

"You sound like her," Bruce remarked.

Harri smiled at him and put an hand on his shoulder.

"Let's go back home," he said finally.

"Okay," she said and reached for the pebble she felt in the jacket pocket. "What do you want to do with this?"

He looked down at the rock in her palm as it was hit with fat raindrops. The rain poured even harder and Bruce hoped they could make it back inside safely as the wind picked up. He reached for the pebble in her hand and turned it over in his own palm a few times before flinging it out into the water.

"I'm so sorry Bruce," she said to him when he turned back around to face her.

"It's alright," Bruce said truthfully. "I want to get back to my son. We have to be careful going back in, seems like this storm is getting worse."

"Okay," Harri said. "Let's go."

Bruce walked past her taking her by the arm to make sure she didn't fall. They took a few steps before she stopped him.

"Bruce," she said after a single pull on his arm. She was looking to her right and out into the water.

"What?" he asked and looked in the same direction that she was looking.

"What is that?" she asked.

Bruce didn't know what to say because what he was seeing confused him. What he was in the water looked exactly like the top of the pebble that he had tossed into the water. A flattened sphere on the top. The pebble was flat on the bottom but what was floating on the water looked like a grey rocky half sphere. It was enormous and the rain crashed and spilled over it's surface. About forty times the size of their boat.