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Chapter 3: Calling your name in the midnight hour
"So, you wanted to talk with me?" I ask, looking up from my milk, glancing over across the table at Detective Gordon who takes tiny sips from his coffee.
I just had bumped into him minutes ago on the streets as I was running off after pick-pocketing a man's pocket. The man shouted for help as he ran after me and as I was about to escape up a fire escape someone grabbed me around my waist, pulling me back.
I start to shout for my attacker to let me go, but fiercely the arms turned me around and I looked into the smiling face that belonged to the Detective.
"Nice to see you again, Selina" Gordon says, still holding my arm in a tight grip.
"It's Cat for you!" I scowl back at him and try another attempt to free my arm as the man I just robbed stops beside us.
"Thank you for stopping her, sir" the man says, totally exhausted because of all the running. "The girl has my wallet."
"I do not!" I shout in defense, glancing angry to the man and still desperately trying to get away from the Detective.
Gordon didn't buy it, grabbed the wallet from underneath my jacket and tossed it over to the man.
"Let's go before he puts charges against you" Gordon whispers, pushing me with him into a nearby dinner.
And there we sat now, ordering our food and saying nothing to each other for like ten minutes or so; until I got bored and broke the silence.
"So, you wanted to talk with me? I ask, looking up from my milk, glancing over across the table at Detective Gordon, "Because I think this is not just a friendly threat."
"Your right" Gordon replies after sipping from his coffee. "I was already looking for you because I wanted to know what happened between you and Bruce."
"Why did you ask me and not Bruce himself?" I ask, placing my bagel back onto the napkin that I had sprayed onto the table. Slowly I take the locket from underneath my shirt and start to wriggle with it. "Because I don't want to talk about it."
"Bruce doesn't want it either so I thought maybe you might."
Gordon took another sip from his coffee and started with his bagel, waiting for me to talk again. But I didn't plan to. It was already painful enough to think about it.
Gordon, who realized I wasn't about to spill anything to him decided to change the topic.
"Where do you stay?"
"Where I always stay, on the streets" I reply, smirking sarcastic and roll my eyes. "Duh. And before you ask me to come back to Wayne Manor, no interests. I'm perfectly happy where I am right now."
"I wasn't going to." Gordon replies looking over to me and noticed the doubtful look in my eyes. "Honest."
I let go the locket and start tearing the bagel apart before eating it and took another sip from my milk. I tried not to look in the Detective's eyes, because I was scared he would notice my anxious look that was a result from a last night attack.
While wandering down the streets, the assassins had tried to grab me again. I barely escaped. I was startled by the attack but didn't want to bother the Detective with it. Besides, I'm used to the rough life at night.
I escaped, that's the important thing. Next time, be more on guard and don't wander around on the streets alone.
"Selina?" I heard the Detective say and I look up to him. The worried look on his face made me realize he must have called my name several times before getting a reply.
"Cat!" I snap, trying to look as casual as possible so he wouldn't see something was bothering me. The detective really had to start remembering my name. It starts to get really annoying. I took another piece of bagel in my mouth and start chewing it.
"Cat" Detective Gordon corrects himself and smiles gently at me, watching how I tear the bagel into tinier pieces, almost into crumbs. "Is everything alright?"
"Look, I'm fine!" I snap angrily, grabbing my jacket from the seat next to me as I stood up. "I don't want to talk about Bruce. I don't want to talk about my well-being. I don't want to talk about anything."
I put on my jacket, turn around and go for the door, noticing a few people looking up, astounded about my sudden rude behavior.
"Cat! Wait!" the Detective shouts and before I even could have opened the door and make a run for it he grabs me gently by my arm and turns me around.
"Let me go or I'll scream!" I threat the Detective and he let go my arm immediately.
"Why are you acting like this?" Gordon asks, looking worried at me while I folded my arms in stubbornness.
"What is it what you want from me?" I ask, shooting an angry look at him. "It's not like you care about me or anything."
The Detective kept looking worried at me. I didn't like it because to me, it was all an act.
"Cat, why is it so hard for you to believe anyone would care about you?" the detective asks, pushing me back to the table we sat minutes before. "Why is it so hard for you to accept help?"
I plopped back down onto the seat, kept looking at the floor and not planned to open up to the Detective. Gordon sighs deeply.
"Why don't I just give you my address, and when you ever feel in the mood to talk or need anything you more than welcome to visit me." The Detective writes something down onto a napkin and hands it over to me.
For a minute I just look at him, wondering whether he meant it or not. Stubbornly, I look the other way. The Detective places the napkin in front of me onto the table.
"Please accept this gesture, Cat" the Detective said, taking his own jacket and put it on. "Just in case; here's some money, just to keep you up your feet. Please Cat; try to stay out of trouble."
The Detective wraps the money into the napkin with his address, places it back on the table, before standing up and leaving.
Slowly and with mixed feelings I walk out the dinner, stuff the napkin and money in my pocket and walk down the street wandering what to do next. The Detective's nice gesture had made me doubt about everything. Maybe he did care.
"Of course he doesn't, Cat" I thought to myself, "He just wants you to come back and solve the case for him."
"Cat! Slow down!" a voice behind me shouts, knocking me back to reality. I start walking slower and suddenly Ivy pops up beside me, holding the same stupid bag she always had with her, tightly wrapped around her. Like she was hiding something in it and didn't want anyone to see it. Not that I cared, because the girl was already creepy enough, with or without the bag.
I start picking up my pace again because I really wasn't in the mood to spend time with Ivy. Besides being creepy, the girl was also curious and probably was eager to hear everything about my last meeting with Bruce.
Ivy, who was the kind of person who wouldn't let go easily, also start picking up her pace and kept walking beside me, blabbing about all kinds of stuff. I didn't really listen.
Suddenly, Ivy grabs my arm and stops me, standing still in front of me. I tried to walk around her but she kept stepping from one side to the other the same time as I did, which started to get really annoying.
"Ivy, what is it!" I snap angry, folding my arms. Maybe it was better to give in before she would follow me to my hideout.
"Wow, that's beautiful" Ivy suddenly exclaims and I look confused back, wandering what she was talking about. Her eyes were fixed on my chest and I realized I hadn't hid the locket underneath my jacket after leaving the dinner. "Where did you get that?"
"Nowhere" I say, quickly hiding the locket under my clothes. But even then her eyes kept fixed on the same place, like she could see straight through my clothes. "Ivy, please tell me what you want or let me go. I have more important stuff to do than standing here and waiting until you finally tell me what you want."
"Like flirting with Detective Gordon?"
I look puzzled at her. "What are you talking about Ivy?"
"You know" Ivy said taunting. "Back in the dinner; what did you have to do to make him give you money? Did he give you that necklace?"
"What are you trying to say Ivy?" I ask offended, wondering if she was implying that I was sleeping with the cop. What kind of person did she think I was?
"Isn't the cop a bit too old for you?" Ivy still had the same taunting expression on her face. I got the sudden urge to punch it straight off her face but I managed to hold it in. After all, punching a ten year old girl was cowardly.
"Look Ivy, I don't owe you any explanation of what I do or don't do" I snap angrily and walk around her. "Now, if you don't mind, I have better things to do."
Quickly I jump up a fire ladder and climb up to the roof. Away from creepy Ivy and her childish questions.
It was already dark when I bought some milk and donuts in the local supermarket with the money that Gordon had given me and slowly walked back down the street. I ate some of the donuts and drank some of the milk too, leaving some for the stray cats that wandered around the alley where my hideout was located as well.
Slowly I bent down, poured some of the leftover milk in a cup, and left it for the cats to drink. Slowly they came walking toward the milk from the shadows and I started to rub their ears gently.
Suddenly my ears pick up a female giggle. I quickly stood up and hid behind some dumpsters just as three people walk into the alley. One tall figure and two figures the size of children about my age. The tall figure was walking behind the other two, like he was their bodyguard.
I narrow my eyes to take a better look and suddenly I recognize two of them. The tall figure was Alfred and one of the other two was Bruce Wayne. But who was the girl beside him? And why was she holding his arm?
"I really liked our night out, Bruce. We should do it again sometime" the girl says and hugs Bruce's arm.
A sharp pain struck at my heart. Did Bruce have a girlfriend? But what about me? Okay, I know I broke up our friendship, but that doesn't mean he had to move on this quick, right?
The girl had long brown hair, straight down her face. Her clothes and the jewelry showed she was rich, like Bruce.
Suddenly Bruce stops in his tracks and bends down.
"What are you doing, Master Bruce?" Alfred asks and he and the girl stops.
"I just have to tie up my shoe lace" Bruce replies. "You go ahead. I will catch up to you in a second."
Alfred and the girl started walking again while Bruce re-ties his shoes again. One of the stray cats walks meowing toward me, still hiding behind the dumpster I quickly grab the cat before Bruce would even hear or see the cat.
I probably shouldn't have done it just then, because the moment I held out my hands toward the cat I hit my arm against the dumpster. A sharp pain went through my elbow.
Bruce's head turned alarmingly in my direction and I quickly backed away further behind the dumpster. I held my breath, waiting for Bruce to start walking again.
I didn't hear anything. Did that mean Bruce had left?
Slowly and quietly I peek around the dumpster, suddenly looking straight into Bruce's eyes. Bruce had bend down beside the dumpster to see what had made the noise. About the same time I peeked around the dumpster and now our faces were just inches away from each others.
Both holding our breath, and gazing in each other eyes for which looked like an eternity; I finally decided to speak up.
"Bruce?"
It was just a soft whisper, but loud enough for him to hear. Why did I say his name? Why couldn't I get a hold of myself? Why did the name escape so quickly from my mouth?
"Master Bruce, what are you looking at?" Alfred's voice echoes through the alley. Bruce's head looks up alarmed and turns toward Alfred and the girl. Both of them looking confused at the sight of Bruce bending beside a dumpster.
"Nothing!" Bruce replies. "I thought I saw something!" Bruce looked one more time straight into my eyes before standing up and running toward Alfred and the girl.
Again Bruce's name escaped from my mouth in a whisper. Only it was louder than the first time and Bruce had heard it. Or maybe he just wanted to check if I was still there.
Slowly his head turned my way again, meeting my eyes. Only this time I could see a tear escape from his eyes. Or maybe I just thought I saw a tear. I couldn't tell because my own eyes went blurry too because of the tears that streamed down my face.
"Master Bruce?"
"I'm coming Alfred."
Bruce wipes something from his cheek and walks towards Alfred, the girl quickly grabbing his arm again.
I watched as how Bruce and the girl walked, suddenly noticing Alfred was standing still. I look at him, catching his eyes. Alfred kept looking at me like he saw me, but that wasn't possible, right? Alfred can't see in the dark.
The doubt started the moment I saw the look in his eyes before he walked after Bruce and the girl.
Alfred's eyes where filled with disapproval.
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