It was a sunny Saturday, the weather didn't exactly mirror her emotions. She seated herself on her folding chair in front of Harvey's tombstone. Rachel retrieved the champagne from her backpack, along with the fancy glass.

"I'm sorry I haven't been here earlier, Harvey."

She poured herself some champagne. "This is for us, Harvey, this is how we should have celebrated your proposal, our life... if things had turned out differently." A tear escaped her eye.

"Cheers!"

What if he hadn't been burned? What if the joker never had turned up? What if... Harvey was alive?

"I miss you so much, Harvey, you're always in the back of my head. I wish you were here." She sipped on the champagne. "This is some good champagne, you would have liked it."

A crow flew close over her head. Rachel almost fell over. The champagne glass lost balance and fell. "Shit!" She flew up and started to wipe away the champagne from her shirt.

Best way to ruin this moment.

It was useless to proceed the cleaning of the shirt. "Oh Harvey." She said to the silent tombstone. "You have no idea what I'm stuck with! Gotham faces a new psychopath, two young women are already dead and I'm here moaning about my problems to a tombstone. I guess I should get a life."

:::

I should get a life, didn't I think that? So ironic I'm finding myself on Bruce's doorstep. Looks like I can't get enough of him. The best part is that I can't tell if this is good or just making my fate even worse.

"Stop being such a chicken!" Rachel told herself. She stood outside Wayne Manor, sporting really bad self esteem.

Now or never.

She knocked on the door. It was immediately opened by Alfred, as if he had been standing behind the door all day, waiting for her to knock.

"Miss Dawes." His smile lit up the whole gray and rainy day.

"Hello Alfred."

"Do come in." Alfred shooed her in. "You're getting a cold outside! Do you want something warm to drink?"

She looked around as if Bruce would pop up anytime. "No thanks, I'm fine. Do you know where Bruce is?"

"He's out at the moment."

"Oh." She said; "alright."

"Would you like to leave a note?"

She shook her head as a cold feeling went down her spine. "No, no more notes, please. I've had enough of them. Could you just tell him that I want to talk to him and apologize properly."

"Of course, Miss Dawes."

She turned on her heel. "Good bye, Alfred!"

"Miss Dawes!" He said.

She turned around.

"Take care of yourself, my dear."

:::

Rachel addressed the whole team this morning;"Alright, we got to do something! We're not getting anywhere at the moment!" Rachel complained in the bullpen. "I've just received complaints from the mayor himself, saying that Gotham does not need a new killer rampage right after the Joker."

"We already know that." a detective said a tired voice.

"What do we have?" Rachel asked. "Maybe we should pick up new leads, head for a different perspective or just go back to square one."

"The problem is that we don't have anything!" Jacobs said with a sharp tone.

"The last body gave us nothing at all!" Ben growled. "This is starting to get fucking creepy! This person does not exist, it's impossible to not leave any DNA or to walk through Gotham without anyone noticing! He does not sweat, he has no hair, no fingerprints-"

Jacobs filled in."He doesn't appear on surveillance cameras. The hotel's camera system was shit, I admit that, but it gave nothing just a car without a license we can't track."

"We've got the recourses now." Another detective said. "What about a reward?"

"Good point." Rachel agreed. "We go out with a tip reward. Someone in this town must have noticed something. He's not easy to miss."

"Yeah, if he's that tall monster you've described, he wont be." Ben said with a smirk.