Dream Come True?
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Chapter 2
I felt small and insignificant compared to the towering castle known as Wayne Manor. People were entering and leaving with their overly lavished costumes. I looked at my clothes from the police station. Sweat pants with a GCPD T-shirt. I defiantly was not looking spiffy enough so I scratched the idea of going in. Instead I sat on the steps and waited for the night to end. I waited and waited and waited. I had no idea how long it would take for this fake party to end. I know that commoners latch onto the rich when they throw parties for the public… only to get some reputation. I had nothing; no money, no family and no home. All I knew was that the party was going way into the night. I was beginning to nod off on the cold hard steps until I felt a warm hand on my shoulder. "Miss, what are you doing here?" I gathered enough tears in my eyes so it looked like I was recently crying then turned my head to see the young handsome Bruce Wayne. I told him that I had nowhere to go and no money.
"Please Mr. Wayne. I can't trust anyone else in this city except for you." He stood there thinking about my words. I knew that he did some sort of search on me. I knew that there were little to no results so he had to let me in. That was a given. I had to make sure that I seemed like a poor defenseless woman in both of Bruce's worlds even though my back ground or lack of seems a little suspicious. I sat there a little longer until finally he patted me on the shoulder to let me know I could get up.
"Alright you can come in for now." I didn't like that at all. With that short sentence I knew he found me suspicious and he's going to dump me as soon as he learns everything about me. I know that I'm going to make that extremely difficult for him. I followed him inside the Manor and into the main hall. It was bigger than I ever thought it could be. No wonder why people liked coming here. You literally felt like an ant in comparison. "Alfred, get this young woman some clothes."
"Yes Master Bruce."
"By the way what is your name?" I told him. "That's a beautiful name. I bet you've been through a lot tonight." I couldn't help but to smile even though that smile had sadness in it I wouldn't let it show.
"You have no idea."
"Oh? Why don't you tell me more about it then?" he put his cool hand on my back and guided me to the huge lounge room. He signaled me to sit and I did. The couch was so comfortable I wanted to fall asleep immediately but I couldn't; I had to choose my words carefully for my response. I was thinking about telling him the full story but then I thought that keeping the "rape" part a secret would make it seem more politically correct. You know like you never tell people you don't know very well the Whole story it makes you seem too eager. So I told him a quicker version that I was kidnapped and brought here then sadly after I added that my family was killed and that I had nowhere to go then I added that Batman saved me. Bruce put his hand to his chin like he was making sure my story didn't change compared to our first meeting. It seemed like he was thinking hard on what he was going to say next like the city's safety depended on it. "I'm so sorry. I truly am… Alfred will show you to your room and while you're there you can shower when you're done breakfast will be here waiting for you."
"Thank you so much." Bruce walked with me and Alfred to the stairs then nodded goodbye and went down the hall. Out of the corner of my though I saw him glaring at me like I was some sort of criminal and in reality I wasn't at all invited inside this mansion. I felt shivers go down my spine. I could never forget that look.
