Arrangements
Chapter 1: Moving in
It was a crisp autumn afternoon in Gotham, but you would not be able to tell unless you took a step outside. There were very few trees in the city and most of them looked dead anyway; the only alive ones where in the nice part of Gotham.
Amelia was holding onto her tote bag, sitting tense against the leather seat in her uncle's limo. The tall metal buildings where shining in her eyes, blinding her. Rubbing her eyes she looked at the driver.
"You can barely see the sun in the city and yet it is still too bright outside" The driver looked back at her and gave a cheerful smile, looking back at the road.
The man driving was Alfred, the loyal butler of her distant uncle Bruce; the black sheep of her family. Though she had never actually seen him, he was always helping her when she needed it. Bruce was a cousin of her dads that started sending Amelia money when her mother died and her father got sick.
Amelia was a very timid girl who never liked to cause any trouble. She considered herself to be very average. Average features, average face, average body, and just average…average.
She had just gotten out of college but did not feel like it was right to move back in with her father. Not wanting his favorite niece to be homeless, Bruce insisted that she live with him in till she had gotten a steady paying job.
Amelia was so nervous to meet her uncle; he had heard so many strange stories of him. Her family talked about how he was this playboy billionaire who all he did was spend his dead parents money. Others said he just stayed in his mansion all night and day, that's why he never came out to public events; especially family events.
The limo pulled up to the big house, Alfred immediately got out to fetch her bags. Amelia looked up at the mansion and was speechless. Pictures did not give this place justice, this place was huge!
While Amelia was gawking at the mansion, Alfred had already gotten all her bags into the house. She felt bed that she had not helped him, her uncle was use too getting tended to but not her.
Amelia shyly walked into the house after him to apologize, but gawked even more to see when she saw that it was bigger on the inside than it was on the outside. Her feet dragged and did not know what to do or say.
Alfred appeared in front of her and it made her jump. "Your room is ready; Master Bruce will not be here till the evening. Would you like me to get you anything?"
"N-no no…I am fine Alfred. I would just like to get some sleep." She made her way to the second floor and looked down the hallway, already lost.
"Last door on the left Miss Amelia, dinner will be done in an hour." Amelia looked down at him to see him give a warm smile and head into what she guesses was the direction of the kitchen. This place was so big, for all she knew he could be heading into a four start restaurant, having chiefs make all the food.
Amelia had spent the rest of the night fixing up her room to make it look like her old room. She was happy to see that everything had gotten to her safe that was in till she opened the last box. Her favorite lamp had gotten broken in the shipping process. Amelia knew that shipping these things from San Francisco to Gotham, at least one thing would get broken.
She ran down the stairs holding the piece, hopefully Alfred was still in the kitchen and she could get some glue. But when she got downstairs the whole mansion was so dark, the big mansion was all of a sudden so lonely.
During all her unpacking, he had not even notice that it had started to rain; hard. It was coming down and lightning was the only thing lighting up the mansion. Amelia started to get scared and did her best to find some kind of light source. After grouping the air her hand touched a lamp and tugged the string to turn it on.
The light really did not help; all it did was light up the tiny corner making her freak out more. "A-Alfred?!Are you here?! I-I need glue!".
Just as she had yelled into the dark something pounded against the door, making Amelia let out a small shriek. Who could that be at this hour, was that her uncle Bruce. Putting the pieces of her lamp on the coffee table, she reluctantly went to go open it.
Amelia tugged the thick wood door opened and peaked around the corner. A giant shadowy figure was standing at the door; Amelia's immediate reaction was to shut the door. Before she could get the door shut a giant hand grabbed the top of the door and pushed it open. A million things where running through her head, she could barely from fear.
"Senorita is Bruce home; I need to talk to him." The voice was so deep with a Latino accent in it. She was shocked from how alluring the voice was but the fear was still gripping her in place.
Amelia decided to lie, "Bruce is in the shower, he wishes to be left alone. Please come in the morning." She tried to close the door but it did not budge.
"I will wait for him then." The hand pushed the door open, pushing Amelia back.
The giant figure made his way in, she could not make out the entire figure, but all she could see was how tall he was. It stood at 6'8" which was even more intimidating, she tried to speak.
She heard the striping of what she figured was a jacket that was hung on the jacket holder and the figure moved its way to the light. The man was wearing slightly baggy black cargo pants and a tight black tank top. His muscles bulged in every direction, but the mysterious thing about him was he was wearing a mask. It looked like a mask that wrestling wore in Mexican wrestling.
He took a seat in one of the arm chairs and just sat there quietly. Seeing such a giant mass of a man sitting there quietly was quiet scary. She guessed that he was not going anywhere so close the door and made her way over.
"Would you…like..something to drink?" The man looked at her, or what she guessed was looking; she could not tell with the mask; he nodded. Amelia made her way which guessed was the way to the kitchen
An hour later, Amelia came back with a tray with a tea pot, two cups, tea bags, honey, and mini sandwiches. Even though he had barged in she wanted to make sure not the make the hulking mass mad. She saw him sitting in the same position she had left him in and started to shake. Putting down the tray, she placed herself in the arm chair across from him.
"I am so sorry for keeping you waiting; this is my first night in this place I got lost." Amelia made him a cup of tea for him, his massive hands taking it out of her tiny ones.
"This place is so big, a senorita as small as you would get lost in here." The man lifted the mask up to his nose and took a sip of his tea.
They sat there quietly for a while; Amelia took a deep breath, "Are you friends with my Uncle?"
The man sipped his tea and put it down on the coffee table, "You could say that."
"Well could I at least ask your name?" The man leaned back into his chair and sat there quietly. Amelia bit her bottom lip, started to get jittery now. "I am sorry, I should not prod."
"My dear you are not from here are you?" Amelia looked up him, laughing nervously.
"N-No I am not from here, I am from San Francisco…It's…warmer…there…" Amelia bit her thumb nail, not looking at him anymore.
"It's nice to meet someone who is not from here…it is…refreshing…my name is Bane…and that is all you need to know."
