"Welcome to Gotham, the city of mayhem and corruption."
Elizabeth's uncle jokingly said as they both arrived at the most dreadful place on dear mother earth.
Due to some business, he was forced to live there for at least two months, and Elizabeth always had the urge to travel around. Or at least to leave her home country England.
She slowly grew tired of the same routine every day, the same scenery every day. Her life there became awfully dull, until Sebastian announced one day that they will move to Gotham City. She always wanted something new, some change in her life. She craved the adventure, and eventually she got it.
The actual moving was not as exhausting as she had originally thought. They were done after half an hour, at least with the main things. But they didn't take much with them anyway. Sebastian figured they wouldn't need much, only the standard things like a couch, beds, a TV, wardrobes and such. And the most important thing: a stereo. What would life be without some good music, eh?
With Guns N' Roses playing in the background, Elizabeth did some cleaning up in their new home.
She wore her usual plain white dress and her auburn curls were pulled into a messy bun as she dusted off their belongings, followed by hoovering.
After she took care of the bathroom and the kitchen, too, she used the rest of her free time to get ready for the party this evening. Sebastian was nice enough to tell her before he left a couple hours ago. He wasn't always so generous. Much to her dislike, it mostly was a spontaneous decision.
She took a shower, washed her hair, shaved her legs. The usual.
Afterward she slipped into a sleeveless black dress, put on just the right amount of jewelry and as soon as she finished doing her make up, Sebastian walked through the front door.
"You ready?" he shouted whilst making his way into his own room.
She grinned to herself as she entered the kitchen to grab a snack, and shouted back, "Of course I am."
Luckily, the previous tenants were nice enough not to take the kitchen with them, so with a hopeful look on her face, she opened the fridge. But much to her dislike, the fridge only contained a yogurt and a cucumber.
"Sweet," she murmured to herself, her voice laced with sarcasm.
But clearly it was a dumb idea to expect actual food.
Nonetheless, she grabbed the the yogurt and a spoon before settling into a chair.
It was better than nothing.
Her uncle took a quick shower, put on a fancy black suit and after around twenty minutes have passed, they both sat in the car on their way to the party.
The ride has been fun, as usual.
Michael Poulsen's voice sounded from the speakers whilst the both of them sang along to Still Counting.
Gosh, how she loved it. Besides the crap she was facing every single day, there were times where she genuinely enjoyed her life. Especially with her uncle around.
In a way, she was glad her parents died.
It sounds cruel, yes, but she would not wanna imagine a life where her parents were actually alive. She didn't remember them, she didn't feel sad or devastated every time she thought of them, because they never were a part of her life.
It was her uncle who raised her, who taught her everything she needed for living and surviving in such a cruel world where parents loose their babies and babies loose their parents.
After fifteen minutes they eventually arrived at the party.
Both got out of the vehicle, and Sebastian handed the keys to the valet before they both entered the large building.
Inside, business men were everywhere. Drinking, talking, doing their businesses and crimes.
Elizabeth's first destination was the small bar in the corner of the room.
Not saying anything further, she left her uncle's side and strolled towards the counter.
She checked out her surroundings during her little walk, observing the scene. Mostly males attended such festive occasions. Probably because they think their women would only get in the way. But from time to time she spotted some dainty figures on the men's sides, smiling politely, shaking hands with the world's finest criminals. Personally, she enjoyed every second of this. The thrill of sitting next to killers, blackmailers, rich assholes who think they are important. It was a mixture of both, amusement and excitement.
She ordered two whiskeys, a smile gracing crimson lips as she flirtatious peered at the all to familiar face of the bartender. Of course, it was meant to be a joke.
"Ah, Elizabeth. It's been a while." He grinned as he poured the drinks. "Thought you would be dead by now."
Her jaw dropped slightly as she scoffed, but was soon followed by a brief chuckle. "And I thought you would have lost your job by now." A challenging smirk was shown upon her lips as she took both drinks from him. "But seriously, David. You of all people should know that I'm not that easy to get rid off."
"Yeah, unfortunately." He returned the smirk, and added after a brief pause, "Good to see you, kid."
She only nodded her head at him in response before she left to go find Sebastian.
When she did find him, she handed him his whiskey and brought her own glass to her lips, downing the liquid in one gulp. It became like a routine, starting the evening with a cool glass of whiskey, followed by one sneakily changing the music to a good old Irish Folk classic.
The evening went surprisingly well, no one died. But there were still two hours left, no need to jump to conclusions just yet.
Nevertheless, she enjoyed it.
Chit-chatting around with strangers, Elizabeth let her eyes roam around once again whilst Sebastian entertained the two men opposite of them with one of his stories. She remained silent, and fiddled with the wine glass between her fingers.
That was when a lanky form caught her attention.
Sorry that it took me so long, and sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes.
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