A/N: Hello all! So, I've decided to join in on the Gotham bandwagon of fanfics and create a little story about the lovely ginger psycho we all know and love. Hope you guys enjoy! Oh, and for picturing what Alice looks like, I'm using Lily Collins as her face claim. Reviews and feedback would be greatly appreciated.

She was never told where she was going. She was only told to get in the car. No questions. She obliged, sliding in and sitting quietly the whole drive. She was taken to a large building, soon instructed to take the elevator. This building was unknown to her. After a few minutes of soaring up many levels, she had finally reached her destination.

She was cautious as she stepped out, completely unaware of why she was brought here. She paused in an instant once she had recognized a very familiar face. She felt tears stinging at her eyes. Not from fear, nor from sadness, but of longing and relief. She slowly approached the figure in front of her, a male to be exact.

After a moment of silence, she spoke up. "I…I didn't think I'd…but…you're okay. After all of this time." There was no stopping the flow of water from her eyes now. In response, the male figure put his strong arms around her, holding her close to him.

God did he miss her. Truly. Just seeing her face made him feel so good inside. He felt the pain from her voice, hurt like hell. It showed that she had missed him just as much. He gently ran his hand through her hair, so silky smooth, just as he remembered.

"It's been so, so long. Much too long." She said into his chest, gripping to him tightly and not wanting to let go.

He leaned his head to press a small kiss to her forehead, whispering softly in return. "I know."