The sequal has arrived ! I loved writing this story so much, it just needed a sequel. This chapter is more a prologue, it shows Scarlett's life in Paris. Don't worry, Bane or Bruce will make an appearance probably next chapter. But who exactly will make an appearance, that will remain a surprise. Enjoy reading!
'Un pain de chocolat et un café, s'il vous plaît' Scarlett asked the waiter. Each Saturday she had breakfast at the same cute little café on the corner of the street where she lived. She had never been more in love with a city except for Paris, it seemed as if Gotham had been erased from her memory.
Scarlett checked her watch to see the time. He was late, she thought, he's never late… Even though she had left the past behind her, she couldn't help but worry when someone was late, always afraid that something might have happened to them.
'Voilà' the waiter said, before placing a plate with the pain du chocolat and the coffee on the table. Even Starbucks was nothing compared to their coffee. Scarlett smiled politely after she replied 'Merci'.
Luckily she had picked up the French language quick and easily. It was a beautiful language and a lot more fun to speak than English, but she still had some problems with some of the pronunciation.
Eagerly Scarlett took a sip from her coffee, completely not aware of Julien sliding on a chair besides her.
'I'm sorry I'm late' he placed a kiss on her cheek and immediately summoned the waiter to place an order.
'You got me worried' Scarlett smiled relieved.
Even though Julien was a Frenchman, he preferred talking English to Scarlett. He had told her he had to improve his English for his job, so she could help him. He did the same for her with French.
He wore a simple white shirt on top of some dark denim, just the way Scarlett liked it. His hair was dark and luscious, and it seemed to sit perfect every day. Scarlett herself wore a sweet summer dress, paired with some simple heels.
'I had to pick something up.'
Julien smiled mischievously, Scarlett couldn't help but wonder why, but decided not to ask. Asking too many questions had gotten her into trouble before.
'Why do you always pick the same thing?' The Frenchman asked, nodding towards the pain du chocolat.
'I just love it!' Scarlett with her mouth half-full.
They enjoyed their breakfast while talking away. Scarlett loved that Julien always had something to tell, he could always make her smile.
When Julien finished his omelet and paid the bill he took Scarlett's hand. 'I'm taking you somewhere' he said mysteriously.
Scarlett narrowed her eyes, 'where?' she asked doubtful.
'You'll see' Julien teased, before placing a kiss on her lips.
How am I supposed to resist him?
Obediently Scarlett followed him, wondering where he was taking her.
Julien assured her it was only a short walk away and just when they were about to arrive he placed his hands over her eyes, covering them.
'What are you doing?' Scarlett asked, giggling.
She listened to the sounds around her, to try to indentify where she was, but she couldn't hear anything distinctive.
Scarlett had lived in Paris for almost a year now, and she had loved every minute of it. The apartment she lived in was as big as the one she had in Gotham, but this one was in a much better neighborhood. The money that was left was all invested in her education. As far as Scarlett was concerned, what had happened in Gotham, had stayed in Gotham. This was her life now, and Gotham was no part of it. She hadn't told anyone about what had happened, not even Julien, Scarlett felt that they didn't needed to know.
Of course she had to admit she did wonder who had send her the money. It could've been anybody, and Scarlett would probably never find out who had send it, which seemed fine by her.
Slowly Julien moved his hands away from her eyes, revealing a picnic plaid complete with a retro basket. Rose petals covered the plaid and in the corner of her eyes Scarlett could spot a violin player softly playing a tune she didn't recognize.
'What is this?' she asked somewhat insecure. Is this what I think it is?
'Come, sit' Julien placed his hand on the small of her back and softly pushed her towards the plaid.
The spot he had chosen couldn't have been more perfect. Once Scarlett sat down she could see the perfect view they had over the Eiffel Tower.
Julien handed Scarlett a glass of champagne.
'It's 11 o'clock in the morning' Scarlett giggled nervously.
'You don't have to drink it, but I do want to ask you something.'
And then Julien moved down on one knee.
Scarlett had to gasp for air, her mind was completely clouded.
'Julien' she whispered, not believing her eyes.
'Scarlett, mon chérie' he started, still down on one knee.
He took a small box from the pocket of his jacket, and carefully opened it.
'Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?'
When Julien opened the box it revealed the most beautiful ring, simple, yet elegant with a large gem in the middle, shimmering brightly in the sun.
'Yes' she said smiling before kissing him.