Russ C & Ellie K: Gotham quicklog
[Ten was a lot different than twenty-nine, but Ellie hadn't forgotten. She remembered Russ, just like she remembered the trailer and Mom, even though she'd gotten good at pretending she didn't think about those things. Logically, she knew more than half her life was spent with her daddy, he'd taken over her upbringing, but she wasn't one to shrug off the past and cast it aside like old clothes. Fate and destiny, she didn't really believe in either but she couldn't believe that Russ being here, caught up in all this too, was pure coincidence.
And he wanted to see her, too. At least she was pretty sure he did.
She took a cab from her apartment to Russ' place; Gotham didn't seem like the kind of city you wanted to do much walking in. During the ride she thought a lot, about differences and the nephew she'd never known existed and was now trying to wrap her mind around. Russ, with a kid of his own. A son. She was apprehensive but excited, too. Dressed casual, she paid the cabbie and took a deep breath before heading up to the front door. Knock, knock, and then she waited.
When the door opened, all intentions of not staring and attempting something cool and casual were swept away entirely. How could she not stare? Looking for differences, similarities, in the man she'd last seen when he was much younger and so was she. Ellie smiled, a tentatively hopeful thing.] Hi.