Six years ago…
HE WAS the man who didn't care about anything else other than money. He was a playboy. That was true… well, some of it, anyway. He, Bruce Wayne, did care about something. He did care about money but only because he could help people who needed the money; sure, he was a playboy, but recently he has found he needs a girl almost every single night in his bed. The cause for that was no one but her.
With a frustrated sigh, Bruce went to his room and got ready to screw the "lucky girl" waiting for him in bed.
She drove him crazy to no end. She knew that. Yet she pretended not to care. She showed interest at times but would snap shut when got his hopes way too high. No matter how old it got, she loved playing hard to get. Old habits die hard. His ward was fascinating her in almost any way. It saddened her in a way that she was dating Richard John "Dick" Grayson for the simple fact to get under Bruce's skin. Every time the two young people kissed or merely made simple physical contact in front of Bruce, he would get this weird look in his eyes and shoot daggers at the young ward.
Ah, the oh-so sweet use of jealousy. Always so warm and welcoming, a reason that aroused her and made her better to play around with the mouse. Every good relationship has a cat-and-mouse game in the beginning.
Carefully, with a long sigh, she placed her hair brush down. Two strong arms grabbed her petite waist. Those lips brushed against her milky pale collarbone. She couldn't help the moan that escaped her blood red lips. With that, he pulled her into him and began discarding her clothes. The two were soon in her bed, at the first stage of screwing one another. The events came spinning down in her mind. At the end, the two were sweating and gasping for air. He was great, but she wanted Bruce. He wasn't Bruce.
With a wave of guilt and need, she embraced the little bird before making plans. Tomorrow, I'll start making reservations and stuff in random places, she decided. And in a few weeks, I'll cut this relationship with Dick. Then I'll pay a late night visit to screw Bruce one last time before I leave.
It saddened her. It really did, but she had no choice. After one time, a one night stand with Bruce, she wanted him again. But she couldn't, she wouldn't, let that man break her down.
With a final sigh she fell into oblivion.