This is my first and I'm not good at writing so if anything is wrong, just ignore it.
These chracters are not mine except for the girl which you will find out more in due time.
Enjoy
Rescue
"Sweetie, if you don't buy anything I'm going to have to ask you to leave."
The waitress watches as the young girl sitting in the booth , soaking wet from the rain, scrambled through her worn out jacket pocket for change and a few crumpled up dollars. After pulling out the right amount of money and handing it to the waitress she speaks, "A hot chocolate, please."
"You got it." said the waitress as she walks away and starts to count the money that was just handed to her. Just as she walks past the front door, the little bell on it rang. She turns and smiles to see the familiar face that had just walked in. This face belonged to the man that would stop in almost every day for a slice of what he thought was the best devil's food cake in town.
"The usual Bruce?" the waitress asked.
After wiping the rain off his face, he responded. "Yes, thank you Cheryl."
"To stay or to go?"
"To go." he says with a stern tone in his voice. She walks behind the counter, pours the cup of hot chocolate for the girl still sitting at the booth then pulls out the cake along with a knife to cut it with. Bruce stands there confused when she poured the cup because he didn't order anything else. Looking around the small diner, he finally notices the girl but doesn't think anything of it until he sees the furious shaking of her body. He gives a look of concern then walks up to the counter and leans closer to Cheryl as she places his cake into the Styrofoam container and hands it to him as he hands her the money to pay for it. In a whisper, he asks "The girl over there, what do you know about her?"
"Why the sudden interest in a girl you don't know?" she whispers a question back.
"Humor me."
"Let's see. Well to start she's homeless, comes in here every so often to keep warm and occasionally to get something to eat, this is, if she can pay for it. But I'm afraid soon she won't be able to come in and just sit without buying something."
"Why is that?"
"The new management", she points to a sign in the window, "they won't let anyone stay; they have to buy something or leave. Now I have to get back to work. Have a nice night Bruce."
"You too." Respectfully, he answers back. She walks away taking the cup of hot chocolate with her. She drops it of at the booth the girl is sitting at then heads into the kitchen. He stands there for a while looking at her then reaches behind the counter and grabs two forks. Then he walks over to the booth and sits down. She instantly notices the stranger and looks up from the cup. "You look hungry, would you like some?" he says sincerely as he opens the container and holds a fork in front of her. Slowly reaching up, she takes the fork while he takes the other fork and pushes it into the dark, moist, warm cake. He lifts the fork to his mouth as she pushes her fork into it. While watching her savor the flavor, he takes another bite just before she does the same. "Bruce Wayne, by the way."
Without looking up at him, she finally speaks. "I know who you are. It's kind of hard not to. Now, what do you want?"
"I just thought you would like something to else warm but also more substantial for your stomach." She now looks up at him and sees a small smile appear. She immediately puts the fork down and stands up after sliding out of the booth.
"Thank you for the cake Mr. Wayne but I need to get going." she speaks kindly then walks away. His smile quickly disappears as he watches her step out of the building. He now looks through the window and watches her step into the pouring rain. Still watching her, she pulls her jacket close and starts making her way down the street. Once she's out of sight, he quickly closes the box with the half eaten cake and rushes out. Getting into his sports car parked just outside, he pulls a quick U-turn and drives after her. She sees the shiny red car slowly pull up in the corner of her eye causing her to stop in her tracks. She looks over just as he gets out and walks up to her. He places his jacket on her shoulders then opens the passenger door for her. She gets in. After closing the door and getting in on the driver's side, he looks at her dripping wet face and smiles gently.