A/N: A bit short but hopefully I'll be able to upload one tomorrow. Please review!
"Sylvia," Gordon shouted as he exited the elevator that next morning.
Sylvia had turned in her story to one of the editors who then made sure it got to the front page. It was on pure luck that the story even got in. The deadline was usually the night before but it was Sylvia Juarez after all and it helped that the story was about the man behind the museum heist.
At the moment, the 'esteemed' journalist sat in her chair with her arms folded on the desk and her head resting on them, asleep. Her mouth slightly ajar.
"Juarez," Gordon called from her doorway. With no response from the journalist besides a soft snore, Jim turned and slammed the door behind him effectively waking her from her sleep.
"What?" she asked groggily, "What happened?"
"You mind explaining to me what this is," he inquired shoving the morning paper onto her desk.
"You mean, 'Do you mind explaining this to me?' Some of the words in your statement were unnecessary," she corrected fighting a yawn.
"Excuse me," he asked bewildered after a pause.
Sylvia sat up looking alarmed at her surroundings as if she had just realized where she was and then turned to Jim. Spending three hours with the Riddler could really mess with your head.
"Oh jeez Jim I'm sorry," she said sincerely after she realized where she was and calmed down significantly.
"Sylvia are you alright," he asked taking a seat in front of her desk.
"I don't even know," she answered truthfully, "I just had a long night."
"Well, judging by this article I can understand why," he commented gazing hard at her.
"You're angry, right?"
"I think I have every right to be," Gordon responded.
Sylvia's office phone rang before she could retort and leaned over to pick it up.
"Hello," Sylvia said into the phone.
"Good morning, Miss Juarez," Kimmy greeted sounding overwhelmed, "Listen I'm really sorry to disturb you-" Kimmy sounded far from the phone when she continued, "no wait, sir- you can't- ugh-" coming back to speak into the phone, "Miss Juarez I'm sorry I tried to stop the Commissioner but that's a lost cause and now Mr. Wayne is on his way up."
Kimmy sounded so flustered but Sylvia caught what she was trying to say.
"Okay, thank you Kimmy there isn't a problem," she said before hanging up. "Look, Gordon just hang on a second and I'll explain everything."
Sylvia walked out of her office to meet Bruce at the elevator. She took a few breaths when the elevator doors opened she simply told Bruce to follow her to her office. Once inside she walked back to her desk and turned to address the two men. They began to ask questions about the article and where she had gotten the information. Sylvia tried to quiet them but there was no silencing them until-
"He contacted me," she shouted over them effectively quieting not only them but the entire floor outside.
Sylvia flushed and walked to the door before shutting it and putting the blinds down of her door. She turned back to the men who looked equally concerned.
"What do you mean he contacted you?" Gordon asked.
"Please have a seat and I'll explain," she sighed walking behind her desk to take a seat.
Gordon and Bruce took a seat.
"Last night Gordon called me about the numbers that they found at the scene, those numbers were 90192. I knew those numbers," she said. "Those numbers are on one of the keys that I was given when this office was assigned to me. My floor is 9. My office number is 19. The last number is 2 which is on the key that leads to a drawer in my desk," she explained, "So last night I called Dave asked for my keys and came to my office to find this note."
Sylvia pulled out the note from her pocket before handing it to Gordon.
"Queen?" he asked looking up at her expectantly.
"Yeah long story," she answered and continued, "I met him and he told me he wanted me to write an article about him."
"He asked you to right this article," Gordon asked.
"Ironic, isn't it," she said with a smile.
Bruce was given the note and read over it. He felt a mixture of things. Gratitude for Sylvia's luck that the Riddler hadn't harmed her and severe frustration. She chose her work over her own life…again! He had thought that part of her life was over. He was well aware that their relationship was strained for lack of a better word. Her frustration and anger at him was justified but he was so afraid this morning when he had read the article. Bruce wasn't sure how she would look when he got here or if she'd even be here. Alfred had brought in the article thinking that it was as good enough reason as any to wake him up earlier than usual.
"You met him last night without letting anyone know," Gordon asked incredulously.
"I knew-" Sylvia tried to speak but Gordon was having none of it.
"Do you have any idea what could have happened when you got there?" he asked furiously.
"You know I do, I was well aware of the risks that were involved," she argued.
"And yet you still went," he shouted. "I can't believe you would do this!"
Gordon's frustration showed all over his face but his next words were what made Sylvia cringe at her stupidity.
"I'm very disappointed in you, Sylvia," he said evenly before walking to the door to leave.
"Gordon," Sylvia called after him but he didn't even wait for the elevator just went straight for the staircase, "Gordon!"
Many of the editors and journalist had crowded around her office to listen in, though they were trying to seem like they were doing something of importance, Sylvia knew better.
"Oh go get a life," she shouted at them frustrated before she walked back into her office and slammed the door.
If Bruce hadn't been standing, Sylvia probably would have forgotten that he was there.
"You gonna yell at me too," she asked gazing at his blank face.
Bruce simply went and opened the door before closing it softly behind him. Leaving her in the tense silence and solitude of her office.
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