A New Girl in Town

Chapter 1- The party

Allie stepped out of the limo and walked into Wayne Manor. When she walked in, a butler took her over coat away and out it in a separate room. Well, here I am again. The same situation as always. This party will be no different from the last. She walked into the main room and looked around. Her light blue dress sparkled as she walked to the food table. She got her self a glass of wine and sat down at an empty table to wait out the party by eating and drinking all she could.

Bruce noticed her bright blue dress from the moment she stepped out into the open. No, he thought, Rachel is the one I love. Not her. But it wouldn't hurt to talk to her for a bit. After all, she comes to every party I throw. He walked over to her table and braced himself for a conversation.

Allison Marie Smith (Or better known as Allie) worked in Wayne Tower as a receptionist. She went to every party for one reason- to feel important. She had a rough childhood; her dad always drunk, beating herself and her mother. She never felt important in the big world, but when she went to Bruce's parties, she was treated like royalty. For at least one night every year, she could feel like she mattered. And that the world would actually miss her when she died. And when Bruce came and talked to her that one night, she made a decision-that she would make a difference in Gotham.

"Thanks for coming. Are you having a good time?" a very nervous Bruce asked.

"Oh, yes. Being waited on hand and foot is fun." Allie replied.

Bruce chuckled. "Do you work in Wayne Tower?"

"Yes, I am a receptionist on the 34th floor."

"Oh, I see."

"Thanks for inviting me, by the way."

"No problem! 'The more the merrier' as I like to say."

"Ah, well I don't want to keep you occupied. I'm sure there are other people you have to talk to by the end of the night." Allie said "Goodbye, Mr. Wayne. See you soon."

"Please! Call me Bruce."

"Okay, then. Goodbye Bruce"

She spent the rest of the night frivolously and when she finally left, was pleasantly tired. Then, she walked home to think up of a way to help Gotham, even though she didn't know what lay ached of her in that dark alley…

To be continued…

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