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Disclaimer: Don't own a thing about Batman, I just choose to live in that world. I only own my OC's All credit goes to Christopher Nolan and DC Comics.
London, England- Eight years later…
"I believe what you said about that seeing me and being with me changed things, but I can't help and think that you will resent your decision years from now. Because somehow, Bruce, Rachel always held a special place in your heart."
I have been going over our last conversation over and over again. Sometimes, I have lied in bed and just could not bring myself to fall asleep just thinking about it. I guess I was trying to find something between the lines that would tell me that I did something right. However, I found nothing and I let eight years pass.
I now found myself at Heathrow Airport waiting to board a plane to Gotham City. Admitting to myself that this was pure impulse, I felt that I needed to go back. I glanced at my vintage Chanel watch, a Christmas gift from Bruce many years ago when we were happily married, I saw that I still had an hour before boarding.
An abrupt ringing from my purse disturbed me from my thoughts. Quickly I answered it seeing that it was my Uncle Robert calling. "Hello?"
"Violet, where are you? Your aunt and I have been worried sick." I could hear relief in his voice.
There was no point in keeping them in the dark now. I had to tell them truth despite their protests. "I am at the airport waiting to board a plane that will take me back to Gotham."
I heard an exasperated sigh coming from his end. "Look darling, you are a grown woman capable of making your own decisions. But do you honestly think this is a good idea? It has been eight years."
I shut my eyes for a moment and let out a breath. He was right, it had been eight years since I had been in Gotham. I wasn't even in Gotham when the divorce was finalized. After Bruce showed up in Spain, I had been thinking that our life would never be normal. Everything that happened had caught up with me and I just couldn't take thinking about it. I let the paranoia get the best of me. As well as the idea of Rachel and then thinking about the child we lost that night.
I couldn't do it anymore.
After we divorced, I moved back to England with Uncle Robert and Audrina who took me in gladly and supported me through out those recent years of the divorce, where I had fallen into a depression. Through many sessions in therapy and a well deserved holiday in Tahiti, I managed to piece myself together. I was surprised because I wasn't being entirely truthful in my therapy sessions. After all, I couldn't say that Bruce Wayne was Batman.
"I know, however it is time for me to go back. At least for a while and then I will come back. I need to go back for Harvey Dent's anniversary as well. I need to honor his memory." I said as I heard the announcement that it was time to board the plane. "Please, don't be mad. Just please realize that I need to do this. I love you both so much." I had to suck in a breath to hold in my tears.
"We love you too, but clearly this decision is already made. Call us when you land, darling." Robert threw in the towel.
"I will, bye."
"Good bye darling."
I hung up and shut off the phone. I grabbed my bags and made my to the front of the waiting area. I let out another small breath and forced myself to relax. Without hesitation I handed my boarding pass to the woman and proceeded to board the plane.
It was raining just as I stepped out of the airport. Pulling out the umbrella from my Hermes berkin bag, I opened it up and walked out onto the curb to hail a cab. I forgot how heavy the storms get here, truly I was no longer a gothamite. I sighed as a cab finally pulled up.
The cab man opened up the trunk and I quickly tossed my suitcases in. Wow, I even forgot about the hospitality here. No matter, I was fortunate no one really recognized me. That was thanks to the large black hat and huge umbrella. I was in no way ready to give explanations to anybody. I was not even ready for people to know I am here.
"Where to Miss?" The cab man asked as I slid in.
"Gotham Luxe towers, please. It is on Greenwich and 34th street." I took off my hat and set it aside. Before I even had a chance to fully settle in, I noticed a newspaper right there next to me with a headline that shocked me.
"Bruce Wayne disfigured? What has happened to the Prince of Gotham?"
I quickly scanned the article and to say that I was horrified was an understatement. Bruce had an accident and is now disfigured? He has not been seen for eight years and has been secluded in Wayne Manor. I couldn't even fathom to think about it. As well as the fact that they say I left him because he was disfigured. That is completely ridiculous! But then again, what if he did something incredibly reckless that drove him to this accident.
I could have never felt more guilty than I did now. I tossed the paper aside and focused on what I was going to do when I would have to go to Wayne Manor for Harvey Dent's anniversary. I had to brace myself for all that I was about to face. Maybe Uncle Robert was right, why did I come back?
"She got into cab straight away." The man said as he informed the lady that had hired him. "Heard her say she was headed to Gotham Luxe Towers."
"Excellent work, now I need you to watch her every move. I will wire more money into your account." The female voice said.
"How often do you want updates?" The man asked as he walked to his car.
"I will contact you for updates, for now just watch." The female's voice had an irritated edge to it.
"How long is this-" Before the man could ask more questions, the line went completely dead. He looked at his phone and saw that the number had been unknown and there was no way of calling or tracing it.
