Epilogue
Laura was unpacking groceries in her new kitchen. It was kind of hard to maneuver around her slightly protruding stomach. She paused to place a hand on it and smile. "You know, Thomas, I think you're going to like your home."
"Laura?"
"I'm in the kitchen!" Her husband came up behind her and kissed the side of her neck, putting his own hand on top of hers. She sighed and leaned back into him, breathing in his smell. She turned and looked into his toffee eyes. "Welcome to your newly rebuilt home, Mr. Wayne."
His kissed her lips. "And welcome," kiss, "to your new home," kiss, "Mrs. Wayne."
She laughed and said, "I love it when you call me that."
"I love calling you that. And I can't help but be thankful that you are clever, otherwise I would never have been able to call you that." He smiled and walked away.
Bruce still made references to the night she saved him. And she still had not told him that final kiss with Jack Napier Jr. had meant something. He still did not know of the feelings she had had for the Joker. It had been heartbreaking for her to pull her gun up at the last minute and fire. But he was long gone now and not worthy of memory.
Laura Wayne looked around the kitchen of Wayne Manor. It was exactly the same as it had been when it burned down. Rustic browns and dark greens provided a nice outdoorsy feel and she loved it. She could definitely see herself helping Alfred with cooking in here…as long as the bulge allowed her to get close to the counter. Again, she smiled, and then started to pull things out of the grocery bags again. She glanced at the can of condensed milk in her hand and, humming Santa Fe, lovingly put it on the top shelf