Author's Note: The story goes along with the first batman trilogy: Batman Begins :D Soooo without further ado, the wife of Bruce Wayne.
Disclaimer: I do not own any thing, only my characters name. Special thanks to Christopher Nolan, Christian Bale and my DVD lol
Friday dawn approach when Bruce walks outside, across the gardens to the green house. He wore a long overcoat, with a coil of rope over one arm as he descends the steps. He pulled the old, dried vines that were forming around the shaft that was boarded up. Once he opens the shaft, Bruce lowered himself down the shaft, his over coat billowing below him. He undoes his rope at the bottom and turns around, finding the dark crevice between the rocks after he undoes his rope at the bottom. He crouches, pushing into the darkness, crawling through the dark cavern.
He climbs down a jagged rock crevice as air blows in his face. The cavern widens into a low ceiling chamber. Bruce hears the rush of water. He crouches, advances through the low chamber. The direction turns downwards, steeper as he carefully slides on his back, lowering himself into blackness. The rush of water became a roar of water now seeing as it was an underground river. He slowly walks forward, and looks up. Reaching into his coat, he pulls out a handheld light. Far above, Bruce sees bats from the ceiling. Thousands descend, screeching as they were attracted to the light.
Bruce instinctively crouches but as they swarm around him, he rises to his feet, amidst a cyclone of bats, watching the fluttering blackness with a profound calmness. He knows what symbol he must use.
"Remind me again why your Chief of Staff is making you take this exam?" Bruce asks when morning approached. Gen had decided to eat her breakfast in the kitchen, her medical book on the island. Bruce came in, wearing a business suit. Bruce looks over at Gen. She was wearing a black framed glasses as she read her book. She looked cute today. Her hair was tied in a ponytail with the tip curled. And her attire was still in pajamas with mismatched socks. As always.
"Because he likes to play on our emotions. And our job." Gen picked up a freshly cut strawberry and popped it in her mouth. Bruce nodded to the plate of fruits. She pinched a grape and tosses it in his direction. Bruce bents his knee a little, catching the grape in his mouth.
"And what are you dressed up for?" Alfred came in the door and straightened out any wrinkles on Bruce's suit.
"Going to the Wayne Enterprises. I want to see what's been going on." Gen wishes him good luck as he left the kitchen. She leafs through the book one more time, closing it in frustration.
"Something wrong, Mrs. Wayne?" Alfred asks, handing her a freshly brewed hot beverage.
"I've read this book and my other books, memorized everything like the back of my hand but I can't seem to really…" Gen paused for the right word. "Sinking in." She let out a sigh, sinking onto the table feeling hopeless.
"I'll help you study," Alfred said, taking the medical book from her. He puts on his glasses and reads a couple of lines.
"Why can't children eat breads?" Alfred asks, making up a question.
"Because the bread is dough and it will roll into a ball when chewed and becomes lodged in the child's throat, thus resulting in choking." Replied Gen as she made her fruit plate into a fruit on a stick breakfast. A fruit kabob.
"What do you want to be after your M.D?" he asks, closing the book after several exam questions were answered.
"I want to go into surgeon. I want something challenging but also I love helping people."
"Just like Master Wayne," Alfred said with a small smile. Gen's smile faltered a little.
"Yes, just like him," Gen whispered.
"Pardon me, Mrs. Wayne but in my position, I'm not allowed to say my opinions. But as a friend, bollocks to that." She lifted a small smile as her finger twists the ends of her ponytail.
"I notice you have trouble…expressing your true feelings to Master Wayne." Gen blushed. Alfred smiled.
"How did you know that?"
"It doesn't take an old crooner like me to understand the two of you." Gen sat straight up and fiddled with her fingers nervously.
"You notice didn't you?"
"For a long time," Alfred replied. "I know Bruce isn't exactly the last person to warm up but with patience, he will come to understand that you love him. He will return those feelings." Alfred went around the island and held her hands in his as to assure her.
"Thank you, Alfred. You always know what to say."
"It's my job." Gen chuckled a little bit as she slip her hands out and took her medical book with her, sliding down from the chair.
"I'm going to my apartment to study. If it's alright with you being alone-"
"Don't worry about me, Mrs. Wayne. But remember to come back for supper." Gen gave him a kiss on the cheek and bid goodbye as she left the kitchen.
Gen told the taxi driver to make a stop at Gotham General. She had been called to work the afternoon for another hour. There goes her studying time in her apartment. She places her belongings into the small locker: her keys, phone, book and her clothes as she changes into scrubs.
"Hello?" Gen asks, picking up her phone.
"It's Friday! It's our movie night!" Rachel said. Gen smiled, leaning against the locker using her right arm as a cushion against the lockers. Rachel, her best friend, is now assistant D.A, which Gen was proud of her for achieving her goal. But she was also a little sidetracked by her boss, Carl Finch, who seems to not understand the meaning, "over,"
"Well, I have an afternoon shift that Joe wants me to do. Pick out a movie and I'll pick out the ice cream."
"I'm heading over to the hospital anyway. I'll see you soon," Rachel said. Gen ended the call and places the phone back in the locker and slammed it shut. Her ring finger caught her eye. She found herself looking at the ring a lot lately. Sure, the ring is a symbol of their marriage but doesn't define them as really a couple in love. The people of Gotham city had been gushing and cooing over them, even once tried to contact Gen on asking how did she caught a man like Bruce. Gen doesn't know either.
As she walks onto the second floor, her office was still the same as how she had left it. Only, there were a few flowers and cards congratulating her. Rachel came in her office ten minutes after Gen tried to organize the vases, not wanting to throw it away.
"Your office has been taken over by wild flowers."
"And boxes of gifts." Gen said, holding up a two bird salt and pepper shakers that was kept in a box. Rachel giggled and followed her as she stepped out of the office.
"Have you seen him naked?" Gen turned beet red as she took the elevator. "Since you are married."
"Even if we are married, I have never and never will see Bruce naked and neither is he." She laughed along with her as we walked down the hallway. Gen had only one patient to check up on and was done with her afternoon shift. She had to admit, this afternoon shift was a waste of her time. She was only allowed to stay for half an hour.
"Have you told him you love him?" Gen reached the patient's room but stayed outside.
"No," Rachel knew Gen loved Bruce for years but was too shy to admit. She thought the marriage would break that barrier but seemed it have built up more.
"We have already agreed to remain friends even in the marriage." A divorce was out of the question since both fathers had signed the papers, sealed with their name.
"You mean you wish to remain friends because you're afraid. If he wasn't so worked up, maybe you two could have a child by now." Gen blushed feverishly. But two couldn't help but giggle together. Gen had always wanted to start a family but seeing how Bruce is and with Alfred's advice, that dream is put on hold. Rachel looked at her watch, remembering there was a trial today and bid her goodbye.
Lucius Fox, an aged 52 year old man, leads Bruce through the stacks, speaking with calm, knowledgeable tones. It appears he has been here for a while. He sat down, clicking on the computer.
"Environmental applications, defense projects, consumer products…all prototypes, none in production at any level, whatsoever."
"None?" Bruce asks.
Lucius stood up, "What did they tell you this place was?"
"They didn't tell me anything."
Lucius flips a switch and one by one, the light flickered and turns on, revealing a massive warehouse, stacked with crates, odd-shaped under dust covers, and lab equipment's.
"They told me exactly what it was when they sent me here…a dead end. Where I couldn't cause any more trouble for the rest of the board." Lucius said with a wicked gleam in his eyes. He cocked his head to the left, telling Bruce to following him.
"You were on the board?" Bruce asks as they walk down the hallway.
"When your father ran things," Lucius answered.
"You knew my father?" he asks, surprised.
"Oh yeah," Lucius confirmed. "helped him build his train." He stops at a tall crate, pulls it out revealing a bodysuit. "Nomex survival suit for advanced infantry. Kevlar biweave, reinforced joints," Bruce feels the fabric of the suit.
"Tear resistant?" Bruce asks.
"This sucker will stop a knife,"
"Bullet proof?"
"Anything but a straight shot." Lucius answered back.
"Why didn't they put it into production?"
"The ban counters figured a soldier's life wasn't worth the 300 grand." Lucius looks at Bruce, suspiciously.
"So, what's your interest in it, Mr. Wayne?"
"I want to borrow it," Bruce replied. "For spelunking…."
Lucius gave him a look, "Spelunking?"
Bruce nodded, "Yeah, you know, cave diving?"
"Expect to run into a lot of gunfire in these caves?" Bruce was anything but keeping a poker face. "Look, I'd rather Mr. Earle didn't know about me borrowing-"
"Mr. Wayne," Lucius interjected, "the way I see it…" He waves his arm, taking in the enormous facility. "All this stuff is yours anyway." Bruce only smiled.
Gen leaned back in the tub, raising her knee back up and down. The water sloshed as she dumped handful of bath bombs and watch as it fizzled, creating a huge bubble bath. Finishing up, Gen stepped out of the tub and skillfully wrapped her hair around a towel and another towel around her body. She was finally done with the afternoon shift, not realizing it was late noon. Rachel would soon be coming to her apartment with a movie. Her old apartment was still the same when Gen walked to the kitchen. The only difference was the newly mint green painted walls and the wood floor that replaced the dirty old carpet. On weekends, Friday through Sunday, Gen stays here to study while Bruce and Alfred stay at the Wayne Manor. They didn't mind as long as she comes back in one piece.
Rachel comes in holding up a DVD; Sixteen Candles. She had an extra set of key that Gen copied it.
"I got the movie," Rachel announced, locking the door.
"I got the ice cream." The sleepover has officially started.
Beneath the Wayne manor, Bruce was high on the cavern wall, secured in a climbing harness and hammers a bracket into the rock, securing a line of industrial lamps.
"Okay! Give it a try!"
Alfred throws a switch on a portable generator. The lamps flickers on, dimly lighting the length of one wall. Alfred peers at the damp, dingy surroundings
"Charming." He looks up, seeing the bats covered the entire ceiling. "At least you'll have company." He says light-heartedly. Bruce rappels to the cave floor, looking up to a high corner and Alfred follows his gaze.
"This must be the lowest foundations of the southeast wing," Bruce climbs up, poking through the rock ceiling. He goes through the bottom of the wrought iron spiral staircase. In the center of the spiral had a dumb-waiter lift, fallen off its track.
"In the Civil War, your great-grandfather was involved with the underground railroad. Secretly, transporting freed slaves to the North. I suspect these caverns came in handy." Bruce grabs the chains of the lift, rattling sending a wave of echoes in the dark.
He then changes into the body suit, and moves to the small river. The roar of water gets louder and the light gets brighter.
"Alfred, come up here!" Bruce called.
"I can see everything well from down here, Sir. Thank you very much!" Alfred replied back. As Alfred leaves to prepare supper, Bruce stayed behind and spray paints the armor with black paint while wearing a mask to preserve oxygen. Gen stepped down from the harness and followed the sounds coming from Bruce.
"This is where you've been hiding," Gen said. He stopped the spray paint and turn around, taking the mask off. "I have lunch," Gen held up a thermal with soup inside. She tosses the thermal to him and he caught it.
"What do you think?" he asks, nodding to the half black body suit. Gen opened the plastic container she had containing a half-eaten sandwich and sat down on the desk.
"Needs a little color," Gen joked, taking a bite out of her sandwich. They shared a smile for a minute until Bruce decided to sit down beside her.
"How was work?" Bruce asks, sipping his soup. Gen shrugged indifferently.
"I only had one patient. A 24 year old woman with a case of the common cold. And then today was a sleepover with Rachel stopping by. We watched a movie and ate ice cream. After that, I came home and found Alfred and stalk you here."
"Were you worried about me?" Bruce asks, giving her a charming smile. Her toes curled in delight at how easily he can charm her like that.
"If I was not, would I have given you supper?" She then looked down at her half eaten sandwich, her lip biting down in pure frustration. "Are you really going to save Gotham?" She asks. Bruce set down his thermal and walks over to her. He took her hands, rubbing her knuckles in a circular motion with his thumb.
"I'm not going to let the criminals run this city to ruins. Even if that means I have to be a hero. "Gen raised her hand and brushes his cheek bone with the back of her hand.
"Be safe. For Alfred and me."
Bruce gave a half smile and kissed her raised hand. "Just for the two of you." Her heart pumped a little faster at his action.
"There's a dinner invitation for the request of Mr. and Mrs. Wayne at the Plaza by Earle." Alfred announce as he came into view. Gen slipped her hand out of his grasps and continues eating her sandwich.
"When is it?" Bruce asks?"
"Sunday evening." Alfred said, reading the card.
"Do we have to?" Gen asks.
"Of course, the people of Gotham are dying to get a glance of you two together." As Gen finishes her sandwich, Bruce went back to finishing on spray painting the body suit in full black. Alfred was carrying another stack of paper with full of drawings. He laid it out on the table and Gen step closer to get a better view. They were diagrams of pieces to put together the bat suit.
Bruce sat down on the chair provided and looked at the diagram.
"If we order the main of this-"Alfred points, "cowl from Singapore…"
"Via a shell corporation," Bruce finished.
Alfred nodded, "Indeed. Then quite separately, place an order through a Chinese manufacturer for these." He then points to another diagram of what appears to be horns.
"Put it together ourselves." Bruce said.
"Precisely. Of course, they'll have to be large orders to avoid suspicion."
"How large?"
"Say, ten thousand." Bruce looked up at Alfred at his answer.
"At least we'll have spares," Gen said.