Chapter One- The Beginning
My life used to be simple. A boring and normal life. I got up, went to work and came home. Hung out with friends and was annoyed senseless by my family. That was, until I met Bruce Wayne.
To everyone else he was an eccentric billionaire playboy who flaunted his money. But to me he was a selfless and good man who was just complicated.
And here he was, lying next to me. The man that had saved Gotham, the man that had saved me, the man I was so desperately in love with.
I bet you're all wondering how it happened. How I had managed to meet and fall in love with Gotham's caped crusader. Well, here's the story.
I was only about five when I had first meet Bruce Wayne. Our parents had been friends and so of course we had gone to their funeral. I don't remember much about the Waynes, my parents told me that they were good people and I vaguely remember that they were nice to me but not much else.
I had only met Bruce briefly, when my parents were giving their condolences. He didn't say anything and neither did I, but considering that he had just lost his parents and I was only five it's not that surprising.
The second time we met was after he had returned to Gotham from Princeton University. He had walked into the bar I was working at, sat down and ordered a drink.
"What is Bruce Wayne doing at this dingy old bar?" I asked walking over to him
"I needed a drink, this was the first bar I saw" he said shrugging, "What does it matter to you?"
"You don't remember me" I said and he gave me a blank look, "Of course you don't, it was a long time ago"
"Must have been" he said, "Because I wouldn't forget a pretty girl like you"
I smiled at him and laughed, "Ever so charming" I said, "Our parents were friends, I went to their funeral"
"Right" he said looking down at his glass, "What's your name?"
"Lana Kellaway" I said
"I think I remember your family" he said
"I heard about the parole" I said, "I'm guessing that's why you're here"
"He's dead" he said, "Shot"
"I heard about that as well" I said, "I'm sorry about what happened" I told him honestly, "My parents died a couple years, car accident"
"I'm sorry" he said
"It's okay" I said
"Why are you working here?" He asked, "I thought your family was well off"
"They are" she said, "My friend owns this bar so I help him out sometimes"
"How do you deal with these" he said looking around the bar, "People?"
"It's always quiet in here, not many problems" I said with a shrug of my shoulders, "I work as a teacher normally"
"Didn't go into the family business?" He asked
"My brother handles the business, I still get dividends but I don't have much part in actually running the company" I said, "I prefer a quieter life
"Quiet life" he said, "Sounds good"
"It is" I said, "You should try it some time"
We talked for the rest of the evening, until everyone else had left and it was just the two of us. Bruce had had more drinks and was no stumbling to his car with my assistance.
"I think you've had a bit too much to drink" I said, "Too much to drive"
"I'm fine" he assured me
"No you're not" I said, "Look, I have my car, I could take you back to my place and you could stay there"
"You sure?" He asked
"Come on" I said
I helped him over to the car, getting in and driving to my apartment. When we got to my apartment I helped him inside, taking off my shoes and leaving them by the door.
"Do you want anything?" I called out walking into the kitchen, "Coffee, tea, water?"
I turned around to ask him again when I felt lips being pressed against my own. It took me a few seconds to realize that it was Bruce that was kissing me. As soon as I did though I started kissing him back. The kiss started becoming more passionate, I could feel the desire with each kiss.
"Bedroom" I said, "That way" I pointed towards the bedroom
I knew that it was wrong, that I had only known in him for a few hours but I honestly didn't care. I was willing to make that mistake.
I woke up in the morning to an empty bed, not that I was surprised. I got out of bed and quickly pulled some clothes on before walking out to the kitchen. A note was taped to the fridge reading:
Alfred picked me up. I had fun last night, thank you.
I pulled off the note and chucked it in the bin. I knew that it was a one night stand and that I would never see Bruce again. It bothered me and I didn't know why, but I pushed it to the back of my mind. Last night meant nothing to either of us. But I didn't regret what had happened.
Remember how I said I didn't regret what had happened, well I sure did a couple weeks later. I had missed my period so of course I had taken a pregnancy. I doubted I was pregnant but it was just to rule it out.
What I didn't expect was to be holding a positive pregnancy test a few minutes later. I sat on top of the toilet seat staring at the test. It couldn't be true, I couldn't be true.
And so I took another one, and that one said positive. And another one which also said positive. When I had four tests all saying positive I finally admitted that I was pregnant.
I was having a baby. I was having Bruce Wayne's baby.
I drove over to the Wayne Manor a few days later, after a doctors appointment had confirmed what I already knew. I walked up the steps and knocked on the doors. An old man opened the door, I remembered him to be Alfred the butler.
"Hello Miss" he said in a cheerful voice, "And who might you be looking for?"
"I'm looking for Bruce Wayne" I said, "Is he here?"
"I'm afraid Master Wayne has left and I do not know when he will be back, or if he will be back"
"Shit" I mumbled, "Thank you for your help"
"Why don't you come in?" He offered, "Have a cup of tea"
"That would be great" I replied
I followed Alfred inside the house and into the kitchen, taking a seat and holding my head in my hands. I didn't know what to do next. I was going to be a single mother. My brother was going to kill me.
"What seems to be the problem, Miss?" Alfred asked
"I'm pregnant"
"With Master Wayne's child I presume" he said
"You presume correct" I said, "What should I do?"
"I can't tell you what to do, only you can make that decision" he said, "But I can give you some advice. Do what you want to, what you feel is right"
What I wanted. I didn't know what I wanted. Do I want to have this child? I knew that I wasn't going to get rid of it, and I wasn't going to put it up for adoption. Sure it wasn't planned but as they say, everything happens for a reason. I was meant to have this child.
"Thank you Alfred" I said
"You're welcome Miss Kellaway" he replied with a smile
Nine months later I was lying in a hospital bed, my brother holding my hand on one side and my best friend Sarah holding the other. The doctor was telling me to push and I was screaming out in pain. Suddenly I heard a baby's cry.
The nurse placed the baby in my arms, my baby boy. I had a son. He had a tuft of curly dark black ink black hair just like mine and hazel eyes just like Bruce's stared up at me. I knew that he would look like Bruce. And I knew that he would probably never meet Bruce, but I was far too happy to dwell on such negative thoughts.
