RP With Eleanor Bishop

[flippin_peachy]

One might assume that Alfred Pennyworth, with his sharp looking suit and polite manners, would stick out at a prison but it's actually quite the opposite. He moves through it with a sort of calm assurance, like a man who is walking through a place he's been before and is no stranger to the rules or customs.

The time he spent in jail was not in America, it was back in England and while it thankfully wasn't for very long it goes a long way to giving him the aura of someone not to be messed with. Something the other inmates can sense and when he passes by their cells they don't mock him, only glance up for a moment as he goes by towards the visiting center.

The guard gives him a small, respectful nod and opens the door for him and it is only now that his heart starts to pound. It's not from being in a prison, it's from the woman sitting in the center of the room waiting for him.

Even now, years later and under rather bad circumstance, she takes his breath away.

"Hello, Ellie." He says, calling her by his old nickname for her.

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[hawk_shot]

It was certainly not how she imagined things would go.

At leasts she was happy that it was not their first reunion in decades. No, Alfred had returned to her life at a time when she was wary he would sniff out the odor of her sins. But luckilly for her, he had arrived when she needed him the most. At a time when he could guide Kate, teach her the things she wouldn't ever listen from her mother. Most importantly, he was there to pick up the pieces after Eleanor was taken away.

It gave her a little peace of mind, knowing he was out there watching her daughter. Kate couldn't be in better hands.

And there he is. As stylish as ever, not even a single wrikle on his suit. He might be a little grayer, sure, but still handsome and the gentleman she remembers.

"Hello, Alfie."

She stands, suddenly feeling so very aware of the orange uniform she is wearing and the cuffs around her wrists. It's not exactly the glamorous picture of herself she tries to paint whenever she has a meaningful meeting ahead.

Eleanor glances at the guard behind the bars, silently asking if she's allowed to approach him. Touch him. Hug him.