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"So," Amy mused as she flipped through the pages of her magazine. "Daddy wants to meet us on Wednesday at Chirno's, that sound good?"

I didn't take my eyes off the cucumber I was slicing; behind me the television babbled, and in the corner I could hear Henry crunching away on his dinner. It would be the first time in almost seven years that I would see my father; it sounded too good to be true. "Yeah," I said, glancing up at her. "But will you be able to eat anything there? It's pretty exotic."

Amy snorted a little and shook her head as she continued to dismissively turn the pages of her magazine with her finely manicured hands. "The book didn't say anything about duck. I want my duck l'orange."

I smiled to myself as I munched on a slice of cucumber, taking a moment to smell the cucumber scent on my fingernails, the way I used to as a child. Amy always had rather refined tastes, even in the days before she met Matt. We used to have the hardest time picking a restaurant to go to as a family because she always wanted something particular. "Might make you sick."

She waved a hand at me. "Nah, the baby will love it."

I grinned, noticing that from where I stood at the island and where she sat on her barstool, I could just barely make out the bump through her pink sweater. She was intent on keeping her weight down since finding out the news, but she now had a significant bump and though it had irritated her at first, she was starting to accept it, that and her food cravings. She looked amazing; she always did, but now she was glowing, and her hair seemed more golden, her eyes bigger and brighter and bluer than ever before. I knew that Dad was going to freak when he saw her; she'd phoned them with the news, but they hadn't been to Gotham to see her and Matt since Christmas.

The thought of seeing my Dad made me nervous, but I was excited too. Amy had called them when I moved in to let them know what was happening, and though I spoke to them briefly on the phone, I couldn't answer their questions, and they had a lot of them. I knew one day I'd tell them everything, but now wasn't the time, and over the phone didn't seem an appropriate way to tell them how sorry I was about everything that had happened.

Over my shoulder I heard the news music change and a reporter speak loudly. "And an update on the robbery at Gotham City Bank this afternoon in downtown Gotham-"

"What should I get Matt for his birthday?" Amy asked, in an absent-minded tone.

I shrugged. "I don't know, what'd you get him last year?"

"A gym membership," she said, sipping her lemonade. "Not like he uses it, mind you, the ungrateful bastard. I brought it up the other day and he said there was no point in using it now since any weight he puts on from here on in is part of his sympathy pregnancy."

I couldn't help but laugh before I sipped my own lemonade. When I first met Matt, I knew I would love him like he was my own brother. And I did.

Over my shoulder the TV continued to babble. "Police have now released a surveillance picture taken of the man they believe-"

Amy looked up, finally, letting her gaze settle on the TV report, and I watched as her features curdled. She swallowed her mouthful of lemonade and held out her arms dramatically. "Oh my god, really?" I turned to look. "He robbed the bank dressed like a clown? What the hell is wrong with this city?"

I stared at the TV and took in the face of the man who held up the bank.

And I heard glass shatter.

"Jane?" Amy's voice was faint, far away; I almost couldn't hear her, though I knew she was sitting right behind me.

Greasepaint.

White.

Black.

Red.

"Jane!"

Jack.

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You thought it was over.

Jane did too.

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Remnant

February 2014