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Owari (The Ends) 2
Spencer
Updating employee phone numbers is not what I thought this summer internship would be but here I sit with hundreds of papers organizing the data onto the new program. Ms. Summers or Joan to everybody but me is Bruce Wayne's secretary. She is my supervisor, dictator, all powerful overlord. She runs a tight ship and I follow her orders. I have been here for three weeks and have only seen Bruce twice. The first time was when I arrived. He gave me the tour of his offices and of my 'small' apartment. It is supposed to be for the help but it is bigger than the one I share with my family in New York. The last time was last week. He came in late in the afternoon and spoke to me for a short time in his office. It was a polite and somewhat awkward conversation with promises of having a real discussion soon.
What has kept me calm and relatively ok has been Dr. Thompkins and one of her volunteers Harper who I see twice a week. They at least are someone to talk to but the most surprising new friend I have made is Dick Grayson. I mean I knew him. Well the Dick from the nonexistent year. He has stopped by every other day since I got here and always brings ice capps. I am aware that he knows what occurred to me and Bruce and I think he was more than curious to hear my story but he keeps visiting and I really appreciate it.
"Ahemm Miss Honda."
"Oh sorry Ms. Summers." I reply quickly to cover up my wandering mind and resume entering phone numbers.
Bruce
I have not spent much time with the Honda girl. I have allowed her to adjust to her new surroundings but will have her to the manor for dinner this evening. Dick has been close by and was curious to meet the girl and in true Grayson form has befriended her.
I am aware even if she believes I am oblivious to her late night walks. It is not every night but she has left the safety of her apartment and walked the streets. I am not sure if she is looking for danger or release. She has only ran into trouble once and she handled it herself before Duke had to intervene. Leslie wants to continue seeing her. Her 'delusions' have not been addressed as of yet but she wants to make Spencer aware that she knows they are true. I have agreed.
I walk into my offices and up to the large reception desk over run with Joan's potted plants. "How are you Joan?" I ask giving the older woman a wink.
"Absolutely wonderful Mr. Wayne, do you need anything?"
"Actually I was wondering if you could spare Miss Honda for the rest of the afternoon?"
Joan looks over to a startled Spencer and smiles. "Of course sir. I think Miss Honda would really like that."
"Thank you Joan. Go on up stairs Spencer and change. I'll be waiting in the car."
The wind from her hasty retreat is all that was felt as she bolted out of the office.
Spencer
"Hi Alfred." I say getting into the car. Alfred has been the one to chauffeur me around to my visits with Dr. Thompkins.
"Good Afternoon Miss Honda."
It is a very quiet and somewhat awkward drive to the manor but the anticipation of seeing the place that I once called home keeps me focused. As the gates came into view I had to fight off waves of déjà vu. Not like the strange forceful episodes of that year but a true lingering memory.
Stepping inside was surreal. Everything was intact and pristine. For a short moment I questioned my memories and doubted them but I recognized the paneling on the walls. I recognized the pattern in the carpet and I knew just where we were going as I followed Bruce down a hallway and into a study. The grandfather clock was there as it always has been.
Alfred calls out that dinner will be ready shortly as we descend towards the cave. Bruce says nothing as he takes his chair in front of the large screen and dives into whatever it is that he is working on. I linger on the outside of the space unsure of proper edict. Bruce turns with a raised eyebrow towards me and a small rare smile.
"You have permission to enter the space Spencer." He says before turning back towards the screen. He pulls up files and closes files as he speaks to me. "I thought you might like to be here, to see it again. You know your way around."
I am off leaving him to whatever it is he is doing.
Bruce
Spencer is wandering around the cave and I feel it will be beneficial for her to do so. She obviously recognized her surroundings and that is validating her memories. Her hesitance at approaching the computer brought a smile to my lips. She is still following rules and protocol set in place during our 'year'.
I look quickly for any new leads in the missing children cases and find new mysteries. Last night there were two children reported missing from their homes and then found a few short hours later with no memory but they were older and both female. The usual occurrences are a male and a female child between the ages of six and eight but last night it was two fourteen year old girls. The young women are safe and uninjured. I sigh heavily at the new information and get up from my seat to find Spencer.
It doesn't take me long. She is in the weight room. She has pushed a bench to the side and lies on the floor staring at the finished ceiling of what had once been her bunk.
"There is a water stain on the ceiling that looks just like a duck. Did you know that?" She laughs quietly. "I know that, I knew that."
Spencer
Dinner was beyond delicious. I am not much of a cook so I have been struggling with my meals but this has made up for the past few weeks of subpar cuisine and I made sure Alfred knew just how much I appreciated it. Now I have been given the green light to wander around the manor as I wish keeping Bruce's and Alfred's personal space in mind. It is all familiar as I stroll through hallways and into rooms I have seen before. The furniture is intact and the electronics are still there and that is one hell of a large television perched on the wall of one of the many family rooms I have walked by. I enter in looking at the luxurious room but I am stalled mid step. My heart rate picks up as I continue in picking up the small framed photograph on the table.
Dick is smiling widely back at me with his arm wrapped around a scowling Damian. I have not seen his face since I woke up. I try very hard to not think about him but I usually fail. I put the picture back down on the table with trembling hands and move out into the hallway. I told myself I would not go there but my feet are carrying me there none the less.
The library smells of old paper and dust. Exactly how I remember it. I sit on the sofa and fidget with the throw blanket that still lies across the back absentmindedly. I close my eyes and I can see him. Blue eyes. My chest tightens impossibly around my heart and the air is knocked out of my lungs.
Bruce
I found her sitting on the sofa in the library knees curled up staring ahead at memories. I did not question her. I will have her here again soon and we will discuss what it is she needs to move forward. Alfred is taking her back to her apartment and I am toying with the idea of sending her to the country for a short time, sending her to a new place that is not full of memories. I will have to consider this more thoroughly and ask Leslie about it.
It is surprising how comforting for me it is to have Spencer here. She validates my experiences. I only hope to validate hers. Right now she is lost and I am trying to find her.
Spencer
Dick texted me at lunch telling me not to make any plans for dinner because we were going out for burgers and shakes. He apparently has a surprise for me. At first I wanted to refuse his offer. Last night at the manor was harder than I expected. The nightmares that followed kept me from sleep but Dick is a proverbial ray of sunshine and I could use a little light right now.
As soon as I see him he put a smile on my face. He was waiting outside for me leaning against a very fast looking bike holding a helmet out in my direction.
The adrenalin running through me after weaving in and out of traffic was fantastic.
Dick took the helmet from me and laughed. "Adrenalin junkie." He teased. We walked into the diner where according to Dick they had the best milk shakes on the east coast and he leaned down smiling to speak quietly into my ear. "Now about that surprise.
I followed the direction of his gaze to the booth at the very back of the diner. My breath caught in my throat and it hitched slightly before I could utter a word.
"Roy!"