I woke to lights in my eyes. I blinked and batted at it. It leaped away from me. A face was in my now clear view. I felt aches all over. Like I had replaced the punching bag at the gym. Rachel was there with Harvey and Gordon.

I sat up on my own. Harvey rushed to help me to my feet. I let him pull me up. I felt a little blood on my face. I paid no mind to it as I was taken to the station. I was questioned well into the night. Rachel and Harvey were long gone. Gordon had to leave me to fill out paper work. I had no way home.

"Mae?" a voice asks as they come up to my desk.

"Bruce?" I ask with confusion clear on my face as I notice the playboy himself. "What are you doing here?"

"I heard you had been taken in for a statement and knew you would need a ride."

He was smiling at me. I could tell from the look in his eyes that the bandage on my left brow was nasty looking. He kept glancing at it. I don't show my irritation as I stand.

He offers a bag. I glance at it before smiling again and dropping my pen. The paper work was done. Gordon had said to leave it on my desk. Out we went to the waiting Lamborghini.

We sat out on the balcony to his penthouse. I was laid off for a few days. To help the cut on my brow. It was small, but the doctor said I needed a day or two of healing. I thought it was Gordon's doing. He was always trying to get me to take a day off. We laughed together as we ate and watched the sunrise. I always got to see it. Never from this view, but I saw what the tall buildings allowed.

I passed out on his balcony. When I awoke I was on his bed. I look around for him. Gone. Alfred smiled at e as I entered the kitchen in one of Bruce's button down shirts. It was like a dress on me. I had the sleeves rolled up and my dress gone. My hair was damp from my shower.

"Morning, Maeve," he greets while putting a glass of orange juice in front of me. I take it while smiling back. "Master Wayne will be back soon. He had a business matter to attend to."

"Thank you, Al."

"Mr. Gordon called as well. He wishes for you to call him."

I look up from my juice to him. A frown was on my face and my eyes were no longer warm with happiness. I take the phone from him. My cell phone was on the table, but I had a feeling it was dead or almost there.

"Gordon speaking."

"You called?" I say for my greeting.

"Yes. Do you have a safe place to stay at?"

".Yes...Why? What's going on, Gordon? Don't tell me to go into hiding, Gordon."

"That's an order, Lorcan. I have talked to Mr. Wayne and he has agreed to you staying there. Your sister packed a suit case or two for you for Mr. Wayne to bring home with him."

Silence. I was glowering. I was angry and trying not to snap at him. He knew it. Gordon's voice softens now and sounds saddened.

"The Commissioner is dead, Mae. I don't want you hurt. You're close to a lot of high up people. You could be a target and I want to lower the chance."

I sigh. All of my thoughts gone to sadness. Dead. The man I had idolized for so long, gone.

"Alright, Jim. I'll stay here. Call me if you need me. I don't like being left out of the workings."

We hang up. I look up as the doors to the lift open. Bruce with two of my suit cases and a duffel bag. He was smiling brightly at me. I turn my back to him as I hunch over the counter and pull the bottle of alcohol closer to me. Al had set it out as soon as I had slumped in the chair when Gordon said I would have to stay here. I poured a good portion into my orange juice. Bruce came over after putting my bags by his closet.

The weight of his arm around my small shoulders was comforting some how. He was serious now. I take a large drink quickly.

"I'm not that bad," Bruce jokes.

I glance at him. Glaring. He didn't get it.

"The man who taught me everything about my work is dead, Bruce. I was almost kidnapped last night, and now I have to go into hiding. I don't hide, Bruce. I didn't hide from the mob. Why this man? I have to go against my way of life to hide. Hide from some man who wears more make up than I do. I like you and all, Bruce, but...I just don't feel right not going to work at the GPD."

"Well, think of it as a vacation."

He was smiling. Trying to cheer me up. I sigh.

"I never take vacations. I just don't want to sit around all day. I can't go to work since the doctor forced me to take a few days off. What can I do?"

"I can always need a hand around here, Miss Lorcan," Al says with a smile.

I couldn't help it. When he smiled I almost always smiled. Al knew how to make me feel better. I had always gone to him when I needed help. He helped me through my first monthly cycle for Christ's sake.

I get up and finish my drink. Bruce lifts a brow as he comments with a smile.

"Most women dream of wearing my shirts and prancing around my home."

I flush and send him a look.

"By women do you mean those idiotic females who throw themselves at your feet and wish for you to take them to your bed?" I lift my brow in challenge. "I have been in your bed, Bruce, and I see no difference. I have seen you when you were sick. Thick and thin, Bruce. I don't think of you that way and never will. The only man for me is the Law."

I turn and head over to my suitcases. Al was there in seconds to help me. The hit to my head last night made fast movements hard to manage and made me light headed every now and then. The doctor had warned me about it.