Well, people like it so far! That's a good thing, and I got two reviews. Counting my blessings. It was really hard to write that last chapter, and I'm sorry that it was short. I hope that this one will be a little longer.
Jousting Elf with Saber, nice name! LOL Thank you. I'm glad that you liked it, and here is the next chapter.
Babygurl, here ya go!
Here it goes.
Eleven years later, I found myself on the Wayne Enterprises train. I had my duffle bag with me. I slumped in my seat and closed my eyes. The sun warmed me up, even though it was a little chilly outside. From up here in the calm of the train, Gotham seemed like a relatively nice place, but somehow I knew that it wasn't. I still could see sirens going everywhere down of the streets. I suddenly wondered why I was coming back as I began to drift off. The ride went smoothly from what I could tell; I was asleep. After what felt like five seconds, the man next to me shook me awake.
"Hey kid," he said, "we're downtown. You probably wanna get off."
I nodded and held my bag close to my chest as I slid out of the train. From there, I let it hang around me as I made my down to the streets of Gotham. As soon as all the bustling people ran by me, I wished I were back in the warm train. I pulled my jacket closer to me. I looked up at the tower that loomed over the city. Wayne's W shone out in the sun. I could remember my junior homecoming, the only one I bothered going to.
I had gotten a very gorgeous ball gown, which was very different from typical men's apparel. When Dad saw me in the gown, he just about fainted. I hid a laugh from him, but he noticed it and hugged me anyway. He did the whole "protective dad" speech before letting me go to the school. Just as I closed the door, he opened it again and tossed me my phone. I didn't get it, but he said, "If you need anything, I mean anything, just call me or one of the other cops if I don't answer." I smiled and nodded as I got in the elevator.
I got to the school, parked and went inside. I met the guys at the door, and I have to say that I've never seen jaws drop so far. I laughed and continued on inside. We all sat down at one of the tables to enjoy our meal, and I made sure that I could see Bruce Wayne. Gosh, he was handsome that night. He was wearing a full out tux, but of course, Rachel Dawes was wrapped around his arm. I glared at them. Then, one of the guys, Rob, said to the other guys, "Hey look! Alex has a crush!" I don't think that I've blushed any harder. I hit him to knock him back into place.
"Shut up, Rob!" I was still brighter red than his scarlet tie. They all laughed at me, but thankfully, the moment was forgotten. Still, throughout the night, I stared at Wayne, and one time he caught me and smiled at me. I might mention that Rachel wasn't around then.
Time for dancing. Swell! I couldn't dance worth crap! All the guys were out dancing with some random girl, and Rob brought me out on the floor with him. I did one song and murdered it, buried it, dug it up, murdered it again, and then re-buried it! Yes, it was that bad, but he didn't do any better. I could see Wayne laughing out of the corner of my eye. I stood on the sidelines for pretty much the rest of the night. I was pretty embarrassed by that lovely dance.
As I leaned against the pole with my legs crossed, I didn't even notice that Wayne had come up behind me. "May I have this next dance?"
I jumped straight up. "What the Hell!" Then, I turned around and blushed seeing that it was Wayne. "Sorry, Bruce, I wasn't expecting you."
"That's fine…" He left of the sentence blank for me to fill in my name.
"Alex."
"So, Alex, may I have the next dance?"
"I know that you saw me dancing." Got a chuckle from him. "Do you really want that reputation?"
He feigned ignorance. "What reputation?"
If he were one of the guys, I would have punched him in the arm. "Shut up. You know what I mean. I can't dance. Two left feet. That sorta thing."
"I can teach you, if it's a slow song." He had this smirk on his face that I just immediately fell in love with. He put out his hand for me to take.
"Well, if you insist…" I smiled and took his hand.
He led me out onto the dance floor as a slow song came on. He held me close to him and wrapped my arms around his neck, and then he placed his hands on my waist. I heard the guys ooing and awing. I rolled my eyes, and really wanted to punch them. I could here him whispering in my ear, "Left foot back. Right foot left," etc. It was comforting. I suddenly, and awkwardly, remembered Rachel, but right then, I didn't care. I was dancing with Bruce Wayne, my crush and Gotham's billion-dollar playboy.
It was a pleasant memory. I laughed at my actions. I walked down the sidewalk towards my dad's precinct. I knew that he hadn't moved. I had done my research, and it seemed like everyone that he used to work with were still there. It would nice to see them all again. I looked up and gazed upon the building that would sometimes be my afterschool hangout, the 39th Precinct. I pushed open the heavy glass doors. I took the elevator up to the floor that my dad worked on. I was first greeted by my dad's best friend, but I still didn't know his name. Bad move on my part.
"Hey guys, look it's Alex Gordon!" They all looked up and came over to me.
"Hey, Alex!" Got a pat on the back.
"Back from the dead, huh girl?" We hugged and laughed.
"You look like your mother and father got stuck together in a machine!" Not expecting that one.
I began to tune things out as I searched for my dad. He stood against a doorframe, staring at me. I followed that old cop trick and searched his eyes. They certainly weren't blank, but they didn't have joy in them either. Couldn't be good for me, I knew that. I squeezed my past all of the happy officers. Their ruckus died out as I made my way for my dad. I stood up to him and stared him in the eyes for any hint of love. It was there, but was so was rage. I smiled weakly. He pulled me into the office and closed the door, but not before telling the other officers to get back to work.
"Dad…," I tried pathetically.
"Alex," he stated. It wasn't kind. There was a long, very awkward silence before he started again. "It was eleven years!"
"I know, Dad." I tried to keep the peace. It wasn't going to work.
"Do you have any idea how much Hell you put me through?"
"Ye--." I was cut off.
"No! You have no idea! That day was the beginning to my own personal Hell, not counting the Hell I put up with everyday working as a cop in this corrupt city!"
"Dad, I'm sorry." I truly was. I wanted to make things right. I didn't want this hatred to come between us.
"Don't even start! I waited every day for a phone call, a letter, for you to walk back into my life!" At this, he fell silent and sat down. He held his head in his hands. I could tell that he was possibly crying.
I sat down next to him with my hand on his arm. "Daddy, I didn't mean for this to be like this. I did it with the best intentions. I didn't call because; well, I don't know; I didn't want you to worry, I guess. Now, I'm back. Please, can we just forget this ever happened?" I sounded so pathetic and childish, but maybe, just maybe it would work.
He looked up at me from behind his newly acquired glasses and just wrapped me in his arms. "Don't you ever leave like that again! I missed you sooooo much!"
I hugged him back as hard as I could. I had really missed him. "Well, I'm not leaving. I'm your new partner." He looked up at me. It was pure and total shock. I laughed. "Meet Detective Alexandra Gordon," I managed to get out.
He hugged me again. "I'm gonna kill you!" I knew he was joking. "Well, it's good to have you working with me, Alex. Another straight cop." We smiled and laughed. Everything was going to be all right, for now…..
Okay, longer than I was expecting, but oh well. Hope that you all love it. I won't be able to post for a few days since I am leaving on a trip. I will be back in like 6 days so, I will post then. Review!!!! I gotta go pack (shifty eyes)
