Male: Bruce Wayne
Series: Batman Begins


Amaxophobia- Fear of riding in a car…


She had heard the rumors all over town, they were all anyone one talked about. Gotham was a cut off from the main land and as such had a sense of exclusiveness. So any little thing that happened was usually gossiped about. Working in Wayne tower didn't help much, she loved her job it was the gossiping that got to her.

Yet for once she was glad she paid some attention to the gossip that floated around the cubicles. Otherwise she would have thought herself insane because really. What sane person would make up a crime fighting man dressed as a bat?

Her dark blue eyes peeked to her left and took in the stoic man as he focused on the task at hand. His face, what she could see of it from under the mask, was blank and his hands were on the steering wheel of the insanely pimped out car they were in. He had said nothing since he had saved her from the group of thugs and deposited her in the passenger seat of his car.

She herself was to busy biting her lip as they sped down the highways of the city, police sirens blaring as they gave chase to the 'vigilante' of Gotham, her hands clenched in her torn black skirt. Even if she wasn't busy trying not to freak out and have a panic attack at the erratic way he drove she doubted she would have known what to say.

So instead of dwelling on the fact that she was being rude, for her mother had raised her better then that, she clenched her eyes shut and let out a low whimpering moan as the street lamps flashed by insanely fast. In her head she repeated a small mantra.

'Don't throw up, for the love of god do not throw up.'

Batman, secretly known as Bruce Wayne to a select few, cast a small worried glance at his worker, for he knew everyone who worked at Wayne tower, and frowned. He had come upon the scene while patrolling the streets and had been appalled and slightly angered that she was being attacked by a group of thugs and took swift action. She was known as 'smiley' in the tower because she was always smiling and doing whatever she could to make the day better for everyone.

She was dear to almost all who worked at Wayne tower, himself included, so after he had taken care of the thugs attempting t attack and rape her he turned on her to check her for injury. She was relatively fine her clothes were dirty and torn and she had a small bump on the back of head. So of course he was worried, it wouldn't do for her to get a concussion.

Yet he knew the police would be slow to arrive, a usual, and he didn't want to chance her falling asleep or getting attacked again so he had merely picked her up and placed her in his car. Deeming it easier and faster to take her to the ER himself. Of course as soon as he got in his car said police would show up and decided to give chase.

They still thought he was a 'bad guy'. Honestly.

His attention was drawn back to Kagome, her face a sickly pale green, as she let out a small rattling breath. He furrowed his eyebrows. "Are you okay?" His voice was low and gravely. He watched with wide eyes as her body gave a small tremor and she threw up, all over the passenger seat floor.

Alfred was not going to be happy.