Chap two! Thanks for the reviews, and I hope you are enjoying this story as much as I am.
WARNING:This story will contain CP meaning, spanking. If you don't like this then BYE-BYE, thanks for visiting, you can go now. If you don't mind this, then, keep on reading and enjoy.
Also, this story contains some Spanish, but I'll give you the translation of things as you read along, no need to worry, just search for the () thingy...forgot how they are called, Lol…. :P
Disclaimer: Remember the annoying, yet funny in some sort of weird way of the song of the crappie show of the 60's of Batman? Well, put is this way: "Na na na na na na na, na na na na na na BATMAN! Na na na na na na na, na na na na na na NOT MINE!!"
Sorry for saying the show was kind of 'crappie' but really…have you really seen it??
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II. Help
She was nervous. After so many years, she was going to find him. Bruce Wayne.
She had never forgotten him. How could she? She had never told him anything about her, except her name, her first name, and some random things about herself. She remembered that night, their last night together…
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Flashback
"So, mi Caballero. Tonight is our last night." She said playfully, not even wanting to say it. Just the idea of it hurt her, made her want to protest, to scream and yell, to rip something in two. But still, she had to keep calm.
"Indeed it is." He said stroking her hair. She enjoyed this, and even though they had just enjoyed of certain…activities, she still wanted more of him.
"You never told me what 'mi caball'ro' means." He said mater of factly. She giggled at his mispronunciation, and gave him a peck on his cheek.
"No, I haven't. It means 'My Knight'. It's really silly, so don't ask."
"Ok, then, mi dama." (my lady)
"Hey! I didn't know you actually KNEW some Spanish."
"Well, Mel, I'm a man full of surprises."
"Indeed you are. Tell me now, how can I find you after we depart ways?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I already told you I am from Madrid, Spain. But you have never told me where you are from."
"Gotham, Gotham City." He said, his voice getting a hard tone.
"I see." She said, not knowing what else to say to him.
"If you ever go there, you'll know right away how to find me. Bruce Wayne is a very known name there." he said, out of the blue.
"Wayne, it sounds familiar." She said. During the whole time they had been together, they had never said their last names. It was something she wanted to keep, for some odd reason.
At her statement, he just shrugged, and closed his eyes to get some sleep. Looking at this, she did the same, and leaned closer to just sleep. After all, it was one of the things she wanted to do, sleep, and never wake up.
End of Flashback
She couldn't believe it. So many years later, and her hands still sweat at thinking of him, her heart skipped a pace, all her senses came alert, and above all, she felt rage against him, against her, against everyone.
"Madame, Mr. Wayne says you can go in." the secretary said, bringing her once more to her senses.
"Thank you." She said, moving towards the door that the lady had pointed to.
Just as she came in, a man went out, carrying a bunch of papers, and plans, and God knew what.
Seems he DOES work, after all. Bueno (well), think that's good. She thought, this is it. Llego el momento…(the moment has come)
As she came in, her breath stopped.
Right in the middle of the huge office, there, the man she had waited to talk with after so many years. The man that made her mind go wild, the man that would give her the peace and assurance she was going to need for what was coming in the next months.
Bruce Wayne, who seemed not even to notice she was there, he just kept writing something. And then, just as if she had called his name, he looked up, and stood in a very slow motion.
"Melissa…Melissa Raquel."
"Hi, Bruce."
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Just as an encounter was going on some floors almost on top of Wayne Enterprises building, downstairs, a poor butler tried to catch up with an energetic eight year old. Running was not for a gentleman, after all. But the boy didn't seem to understand it, after all, he was still an 8 year old boy.
Still clutching the math test he had shown the butler at school, he was running towards his guardian's office.
All the employees seemed to know who both of them were. Of course, Bruce Wayne's private life was not at all 'private'.
People around the lobby just moved to get away from the hyperactive child's way, the butler following closely, though he seemed he was going to collapse anytime.
"Master Dick, please calm down." Alfred called at the running child.
"Come on Alfred! I want to show this to Bruuuceee!!" he practically whined at the end. Waving his test in the air to put more emphasis of what he wanted to show.
The butler just followed, shaking his head.
"I'm getting too old for these chases." He said under his breath.
The two walked to an elevator and went to the top floor, where the office of their reason here was located.
As soon as the elevator stopped, the young boy literally jumped off it, and ran to his guardian's door, he stopped a moment to observe another boy around his age, who was sitting by himself playing on a game boy.
As soon as his attention was driven away, he began running again towards the office, the butler just right behind him, trying to catch up.
Alfred tried to stop him to see if Bruce was by himself now, the other boy had also caught his attention, but Dick seemed to not notice this and just ran to the office.
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(Moments earlier)
"Melissa…Melissa Raquel."
"Hi, Bruce." The young woman stood near the door, not even knowing what to do. The young men looked at her, as if she was an old enemy.
"What…the hell?" he blurted out.
"I…I…"
"You what?"
"I need to talk to you." she said, not finding other words, glaring at him. He pointed to the chair in front of the desk and motioned for her to sit. She walked to it and sat.
"You haven't changed." Bruce said.
"I'll take that as a compliment." Melissa said, a sudden blush covering her tan skin. "Though you have changed."
"Should I take that as a compliment?" he asked.
"Well, yes. I never imagined you to be one in an office."
"Well, then, I do have changed."
She nodded and there was silence for a moment. Both of them looked at their faces, it seemed as if they were communicating, telling many things to each other just by their eyes, no need of voice.
"Ay Dios, como comienzo?" (oh God, how do I start?) She suddenly asked.
"If you have forgotten, I don't know much Spanish."
She ignored this, and continued. He did notice she seemed nervous.
"Bruce, I'm not here just to say hi. I…you see…some months ago…um…some months after we were together I-"
"BRUCE!!"
She was suddenly cut by a child. The office's door was suddenly flung open in a flash bringing a young child in. The boy seemed to find his way to Bruce's lap, while holding a paper up for him to see, just inches from his nose. Bruce just smiled and grabbed the offered item.
The boy started talking at such a speed neither of the adults seemed to understand. While the young woman seemed puzzled, the young man seemed used to this.
"SEE, SEE!! I GOT AN A!!" the child exclaimed happily, just calming down a little bit.
"Yes, I see it chum."
"Master Bruce, so sorry about this. It seems the boy was eager to talk to you."
"That's ok, Alfred." he stated standing the boy up, so he himself could get up.
"Dick, Alfred, let me introduce you to an…old friend of mine." he motioned for the young lady sitting down. Evidently, they both had skipped seeing her.
"Melissa, Melissa Cortez." She said, knowing Bruce didn't know her full name, something he was thankful for.
"Melissa, this is Alfred Pennyworth. and this," he said placing a hand on top of the child's messy hair standing next to him, looking puzzled at her, "is Richard Grayson, or Dick as we call him."
"Nice to meet you Ms. Cortez." Alfred said.
"My pleasure, Mr. Pennyworth."
"Just Alfred will be fine."
"Then, I must insist, Melissa will be fine."
Alfred just raised an eyebrow at her.
She suddenly went down on a knee, and stood in front of the child.
"Nice to meet you too, Dick."
"Um…me too, Ms. Co…Co…"
"Melissa will just be fine." she said, her smile widened when she noted the trouble he had by saying her last name, and Bruce found himself smiling at this too.
"Wow, Bruce, you do have changed. I never imagined you with a child." she said rising. "I suppose you and your wife are really happy." she stroked an unruly hair out of the boy's face in a motherly way. Dick just grinned at this. Bruce saw this, and was amused as he was always doing the same with the same piece of hair.
"Sorry to disappoint you Melissa, but I'm not married."
"Oh! Well, I have to go. Nice to see you again, Bruce." She said, giving out her hand, as if they were business partners.
"Do you have plans for tonight?"
"Excuse me?"
"Do you have plans for tonight?"
"No, but I do…"
"Then you don't mind coming to the Manor for dinner."
"Well…I…I guess its fine."
"Good. There will be a car waiting for you around 6."
"Very well. I'm staying at Gotham Inn, we'll be waiting."
He nodded, and she left, as fast as she came in. He got lost in thoughts once she left.
Alfred cleared his throat trying to get the attention of his older charge. Bruce looked at him, and then looked at Dick, who had found his way to his chair.
"Master Bruce, it seems you will have company for dinner. What would you like me to prepare?"
"I don't know Alfred. Just…surprise me." he said walking towards his chair, picking Dick for a moment before sitting himself and sitting Dick on his lap.
"I suppose Master Dick will be joining you for dinner?"
"Yes, he will."
"Very well sir. Master Dick, it is time to leave now." he said instructing the child to go along.
"Aw, ok." he said grumpily, getting himself up and following, "Bye, Bruce! See ya later!"
"You, Master Dick, it is 'you' not 'ya'" Alfred reprimanded softly, seeming more exasperated than any other thing.
"See you later too, chum." Bruce said with a chuckle before returning to his forgotten work.
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Melissa opened the door to their room at their hotel. Her child immediately went running to one of the beds, jumped in it and turned on the TV.
She just sat by the window. They were on the 5th floor, but there where buildings taller than this. It was one of the best hotels in Gotham, in one of the 'safest' areas. She just looked around the city. Thinking of how her 'meeting' had gone.
"Dave, you know you don't jump on the beds." she scolded looking that her energetic child was having much fun bouncing.
"But Mom, there's nothing on TV." he stated, sitting down on the bed.
"Well, that's good. You know I don't like you to watch too much TV. AND, you should start with your homework."
The kid pouted but moved to the small desk on the room. He grabbed a book out of the backpack that was besides the desk, and started reading history.
"I hate history." he stated.
"Lo siento bebe (Sorry baby), but the school year is not over yet, and you can't get behind."
"When are we going home?" he asked.
She looked out the window, softly whispering her answer, "No se, no lo se." (don't know, I don't know)
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"Alfred, who do you think that lady was?" Dick asked, swinging his legs as he sat on the round table in the kitchen, watching as Alfred made dinner.
"An old friend of Master Bruce." the butler answered, while tending to a pot.
"I know, but, but, why are they having dinner today?"
"Master Dick, friends do that."
"I know" the child nodded, "but why was Bruce so strange?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, he looked at her…funny." he wrinkled his nose, making evident his discomfort.
"My, my, Master Dick, don't you like Ms. Cortez?"
"No, it's not that. But, it's just that, I don't like Bruce acting funny 'n stuff."
"'AND', Master Dick, not 'n'." he corrected while turning to see Dick. "Why don't you like him acting…'funny' as you say?"
"'cause," Alfred raised a brow, and the child stopped, "BECAUSE," he said emphasizing that he had said the correct word, "I don't like it Alfred. He acts funny, and I don't like him to act like that. He's always serious, but today was like…like…he was acting funny." he said not knowing other way to describe what he wanted to.
"I see. Well, this just needs to be in the oven for some time. Why don't you go play outside for a little while, Master Dick? Just don't go too far, stay around the manor." he said pushing the little boy out through the door that took to the back yard. The child said nothing but ran towards the tree house that was close by where he had left his soccer ball.
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"Why do we have to go? I'll be bored to death!!"
"Dave, I already told you. I agreed to have dinner with him, you are NOT staying by yourself in a HOTEL in one of the most dangerous cities of the world."
"Then we should have never come." he murmured.
"David basta!!" (enough) she stated while arranging his coat.
"sorry." he mumbled out, shamefaced. She sighed.
"That's ok son."
"But, mami, (mommy) I'll be bored to death there! What am I going to do while you adults talk?"
"Mr. Wayne has a young ward about your age."
"What's a ward?"
"Mr. Wayne is a guardian… or like an adoptive father to a young boy, that boy is his ward. His name is Dick. You'll have fun with him."
"Oh. Um, how old is Dick?" he said giggling at the name, which caused him to receive a small glare from his mother.
"I don't know, hon. I think his 6 or 7."
"WHAT!? You want me to play with a baby?!"
"His not a baby son, and I think his around your age."
"I'm nine!!"
"No, you're 8. Dave, amor mio, hijo mio, (my love, my son) you will have fun." she said kneeling down besides him. Her eyes started to water, and the child noticed this.
"Mami, why are you crying?"
"Nothing. Don't mind me. Now, let's get going. It's almost six."
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"Are you sure everything's ready Alfred." Bruce asked.
"Master Bruce, I can assure you, yet again, everything is ready."
"Good, good." for a strange reason, Bruce was nervous of the thought of Melissa in his home. Which was rather odd.
He had brought hundreds of women to his home, and never minded what they thought either of his home, or himself. The only thing he noted was the way they treated Dick, which was a rare occasion due that Dick himself never liked to be around strangers. This in itself was weird, seeing that he had grown in a circus before coming to the manor and his parents were acrobats. He had also been the youngest acrobat ever. And now, all of the sudden, he only wanted to be noticed by two people, Alfred, and Bruce.
Thinking of Dick, Bruce noticed there was something missing.
"Alfred, where's Dick?"
"Master Dick is in his room changing. Though, he is taking a long time. If you'll excuse me, sir, I'll go see what is making him take so long."
"No, that's ok Alfred. I'll go check on him."
"As you wish, Master Bruce." the old butler said, moving towards the kitchen.
"Dick, chum?" Bruce asked tapping on the boy's door.
"Come in." came a muffled voice from behind.
"Hey chum?" Bruce searched for him, and it didn't take long to find him.
He was sitting on his chair playing with that thing Bruce hated so much called PSP. "Why are you not ready yet, Dick?" he asked walking towards the child. He could see Alfred had laid his clothes on the bed, a simple light blue button up shirt, kaki trousers, socks and dress shoes.
He took a glance at the boy. He was still wearing his t-shirt, with which he had evidently been playing outside if the mud in it said something, his jeans, which were worst than his green t-shirt, and tennis shoes. Also, his face had some mud, his hair was a mess, more than normal, and Bruce could tell easily the boy did NEED a bath.
"Didn't Alfred tell you to take a bath?" he asked sternly, crossing his arms.
"Um, yeah." the child said barely looking at his guardian from his toy.
"Well, then? It's 5:30 already." he said impatiently, pointing at his wrist watch.
"Coming…" he said, curling his tongue in his lip while he tried to skip an enemy on his game.
"Richard…" Bruce warned, it was evident on his tone he was loosing patience.
"Just…one…second…"the child stated, not even making the less motion to make his guardian know he was going to move.
"Richard, NOW!" Bruce ordered taking the PSP away from the child and turning off the thing.
"Hey! I didn't save my game." Dick protested
"Well, you shouldn't have been playing with it in the first place. I'll keep this for a week by the way." he stated.
"Aww." the child pouted and just looked up at his mentor, his arms crossed.
"Richard, move it, take a shower. Quickly, before I make it two weeks." he ordered.
"You're no fun." The boy stated, moving to stand in front of him. He took the kid's upper arm and moved towards the adjoining bathroom. Bruce sighed, knowing Dick, he was going to literally have to bath, or at least 'supervise' the child if he wanted to be ready in less than 20 minutes.
Ten minutes later, Bruce had a bouncing child on a bed, clad only on his briefs. He was wet from head to toe, it was already 6, Melissa was going to arrive at any moment, and Dick didn't cooperate either. Why hadn't he left Alfred to do this? Alfred had more experience, and knew better just how to control Dick.
He was trying desperately not to give to the urge of just landing two well earned swats to the jumping rear.
"Dick, son, please. I need to go change myself, and we have no more time." he tried to sound stern, more than anything, but for some reason, he sounded more like pleading.
"You know, Bruce, I can change for myself, just like I can bath myself." The child proclaimed, jumping down the bed, and landing gracefully. He then proceeded to grab his shirt, and started dressing himself.
Bruce just glared at him.
First he had been a terror while bathing, and now, he acted as if he was all grown up, and Bruce had just over reacted.
"You have five minutes to change and comb your hair. Go down stairs when you are ready." he then moved to change himself. Great, this was one of his favorite shirts. Since when did he have a favorite shirt? He didn't know, he just moved to his room at the end of the hall.
As quickly as he could, he changed, took a quick glance to check himself at the mirror, and liked what he saw. He moved down stairs, just in time to hear Alfred opening the door.
"Nice to see you again, Ms. Cortez."
"I thought it was Melissa, Alfred?" a cheerful voice responded.
"Would 'Ms. Melissa' do then?" the major domo asked in an unusual cheerful voice.
"Well, that is actually better than Ms. Cortez."
Bruce was entering the room that moment, when Alfred's next statement made him stop on his tracks.
"I see you brought company, Ms. Melissa." Alfred said, taking a glance at the child that was partially hidden behind the lady. Who was this child?
"Oh, yes. Alfred, meet David, or Dave, my son. Dave, this is Alfred." She said looking down at the black haired child.
Wha…WHAT!! Bruce thought.
"Nice to meet you, young sir." Alfred said to the young boy. The boy just nodded, and tried to hide his face.
"I'm afraid his a bit, how do you call it? …Shy." Melissa responded.
The old grandfatherly butler just nodded with a smile. It was in that moment that Bruce decided to make his presence known, after the initial shock of Melissa having a child.
"Melissa." He said approaching the woman.
"Hello, Bruce." For a moment Bruce thought she was nervous. She looked nervous, but he soon changed his sight from her to the child besides her.
"If you'll excuse me, I'll go check everything is ready." Alfred quickly excited the room.
"Bruce, I would like to introduce you to my son, David Jonathan." She next gently pushed the kid forward. "Dave, this is my…friend, Bruce."
"Nice to meet you, Dave." Bruce said. Dave just offered his hand, as Bruce could see his mother had taught him.
"Well," Bruce finally spoke, after a moment of silence, "why don't we move to the living room, while Alfred makes everything ready for dinner."
"Who's he?" A voice called from behind the three of them. They all turned to see Dick, evidently not very happy with the presence of another child in the manor, Bruce could tell quickly, and he could also tell, that this other boy, David, or Dave as he had heard, wasn't to happy about the presence of Dick also, as he crossed his arms and literally, glared at him. Well, and he was supposed to be shy…
"Dick, this is Dave, Melissa's son." Bruce spoke while motioning the child to get closer, since he was standing on the doorway.
"Oh." Was all that he could say, walking towards his guardian.
"I'm sure you both are going to have much fun." Melissa said, trying to break the ice between both of them, though Bruce could tell she was doing a poor job, which they both knew.
"Why don't you show Dave the playing room, Dick? I'm sure you both could play something while dinner's ready." Bruce suddenly said, trying, as Melissa, to make both boys try to stop the glaring contest.
"Mom, I don't wanna play with a baby." Dave suddenly whined, turning to see his mother.
"I'M NOT A BABY!!" Dick exclaimed indignantly, crossing his arms, "I'm nearly nine!" at this Melissa looked at Bruce with a raised brow, he knew her questioning look, but before he could answer, Dave made the favor for him.
"You can't be nine! You look like if you were 6! If you were nine, you'll look like me!"
"Bruce, tell him I'm nearly nine." Dick demanded, both adults had been at a loss of words in the middle of the boy's little argument.
"About six more months, and he'll turn nine." Bruce said with a sigh. What was it with boys and gaining age? Why couldn't they just say their real age and just let it go? Sometimes he thought they were worse than women…just the other way around.
"SEE!!" Dick said.
"Well, now that the age problem is solved, go out and play." Melissa suddenly stated, more like demanded out of the boys. They both just looked at each other before Dick turned and started walking, Dave took the hint and walked after him.
"Is he truly that age?" Melissa asked once they were out of ear shot.
"Yes, I know Dick looks small for his age, but yes, his 8, but loves to say his nine." Bruce stated rather exasperated, while they walked arm in arm to the living room.
"Excuse my curiosity, but how old was he when he came to live with you?"
"He was six." He sighed, while both of them took a sit. "you see, Mel, his parents where acrobats…" he went on, telling her how Dick had seen them die, at only 6, how he was there to witness it, and how he felt, in some weird way, responsible for this boy. Most of it, Alfred's work.
"Wow, poor boy." Melissa finally stated after hearing Bruce.
"He's gone through a lot, for his young age, but he's doing fine. He still wakes up with nightmares at times, but that's normal, considering what he's been through."
"I'm really amazed. I mean, I never imagined you where the child-guy type."
Bruce just smiled, and gave a slight shrug. Yeah, he wasn't the child-type, he had to admit that.
"I've learned on the way you know. It's not always easy."
"Tell me! It's not easy being a single mother!" she said with a grin.
Bruce just nodded. There was an awkward silence for a couple of minutes.
"So…" Bruce started not knowing where to start. How could you ask your…um…a friend this question? "How old is he?" it was best than to ask what he really wanted to know. Who the hell was the father of that boy?
"Um…Bruce…Dave…" Melissa started stammering, which Bruce noticed immediately, she was about to say something when someone cleared his throat on the doorway, Alfred.
Why would he be there, now? He was always one to come in the right moments, saving his skin from something, but today, he seemed to just come on the worst moment.
"Dinner is ready." he simply stated.
"Great! I'm famished." Melissa stated, just jumping from her sit, next to Bruce.
"Um…yeah, great." Bruce said, not sounding too happy about it, and noticing that Alfred just raised an eyebrow to him but said nothing.
"Alfred?"
"Yes, sir?"
"Please call the boys, they're on the playing room." Bruce stated showing Melissa the way.
"Right away, sir."
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"I see you have done great these last years." Melissa stated while taking a sit at the right of the head of the table, where Bruce took sit afterwards.
"I could say the same."
"Bruce, the reason I came here is because…"
As she was going to start she was once again interrupted by the voices of two little boys, and one of an older exasperated man.
"I can see they have worked wonders on Alfred already." Bruce stated, the humor written on his face.
"Poor Alfred." Melissa replied.
They looked at each other, and did what they had not done in years, burst out laughing. In a way, Bruce needed it. It was not a fake laughter, as he most of the time did, it was real. He had only done this with Alfred and Dick, to do it with another person was just great. He could feel it, but something inside of him just told him he was not going to be able to enjoy of this for much time.
Just as he thought about this he saw the two boys and Alfred appear in the room. Dave sat besides Melissa who was at his right side and Dick took a sit at his left, where he usually sat.
It was the first time he could see Dave closer, not only glance at him, but really see all his features. It reminded him of someone, he had Melissa's hair and eyes, no doubt about that, only his hair was darker, almost black, yet in plain light it could be seen it was brown. But his features, his mouth, the way his hair fell upon his face, all of it reminded his of someone else. Someone close, yet someone far away. Who? Just who? Heck, even the way the child talked or drank from his glass reminded him of someone.
Dinner went on as usual. Alfred surprised everyone with a Spanish dish, something called Paella. Of course, the only one excited about it was Melissa, the other three; well they just stared at it. At this point, Bruce could observe that Dave had more of the North American culture than the Spanish or even European culture. He could speak English as if it was his first language, though Melissa has stated he spoke Spanish as well as English. Of course, it was, after all, her mother language.
And just as much as he observed Dave, he also took glances to Dick, who for a reason seemed annoyed. It kind of annoyed him, too. Taking a few glances between both boys, he could easily see that they didn't like each other. He didn't need to be a genius to notice that. As he could notice, Melissa had taken note of that, and tried to make both boys get interested in a subject to talk, but everything she tried was a failure.
He knew what Dick's reaction was. Had been confronting it since the boy arrived. Though at first it was hard for him to tell, even to accept after Alfred had told him, jealousy was something Dick had had since he came to his life. At first he didn't understood, until he saw that most children are jealous to share their parents with some stranger. Their parents. That was something that ticked on Bruce. He wasn't Dick's father, but for some reason, he would never understand, Dick thought of him as such. Truth was, he also saw, and loved that boy as his own son.
So, he could understand Dick, but what was it with this other boy? Well, he surely couldn't tell, but thankfully, dinner was over, and so, both boys would have to quarrel in some other place. He had other matters to talk to Melissa about.
Just as he and Melissa moved back to one of the living rooms, the two boys ran to go 'play' to the playroom, but Bruce had the tiniest feeling they would go and argue. But that was for later. For now, he had other things in mind. He NEEDED to talk to her, he NEEDED to know, he HAD to know ALL.
"Bruce."
That made him turn and see her. She was beautiful. After almost a decade, she still made him loose his breath. To get lost in his thoughts.
"Bruce, I…" she trailed off, looking at the fireplace. For some reason she seemed lost in the fire. He opened his mouth to talk, to say something, he wanted to say so many things, but when he was starting to utter what he wanted, she cut him up.
"I need a favor." She turned to look at him.
"Yes, any thing I can help with." He said trying not to sound utterly stupid.
"I…I need you to take care of David." She said suddenly.
OK, definitely NOT what he was thinking she would ask.
"Um…yes, of course." He said looking extremely lost. Why him? And why would she ask that? Couldn't she take care of her child anymore? Why come to him after almost a decade just for this?
"I know it's hard, and you must think I'm a bitch for…"
"You're not a bitch, and I'm not thinking that." Bruce suddenly said cutting her off. He wanted to say more, but the look he received from her said clearly, 'Shut up and let me talk'.
"I didn't mean it THAT way, I mean for wanting to get rid of my boy. Bruce, this is the hardest I had to do in my entire life." She whispered the last. Her voice broke in the last statement, and it was clear for Bruce that tears would start soon.
She was quiet for a short time, before regaining her talk.
"I know you will take care of him, just as I would. At first, before looking for you, I doubted that, but after watching you with Dick, well, it made me feel extremely relieved. Dave seems to be ok around you, though you haven't spent more than an hour in the same room." She said jokingly. This was the Melissa he remembered. The one that said jokes and laughed even in the hardest of times.
She looked at him, he knew she didn't want him to talk yet, and he had heard before, that sometimes, silence is the best word.
Silence followed, he just waited for the best moment to ask what had been going around his mind since the favor. He would have to wait even more for the question that had been in his mind since they arrived.
"Melissa, you know I would do it pleasingly. But…why me?"
She seemed to understand the question, as she smiled softly at him. But that smile just lasted a few seconds.
"I don't have much friends Bruce. You could say I don't have ANY true friends. I don't trust the care of my baby to anyone." Saying this she looked straight at his eyes. He could see how much this hurt to her. "Don't think I'm rushing with this decision. I'm not. I thought a lot about this. But, still, I think his father is the best for the job…that's why I came to him."