"And this is your room," Bruce said, showing me to a large, well decorated room with a soft bed. This was almost the exact opposite from where I was with Bane, in the sewers sleeping on small grey cots.
"Thank you," I said quietly. Bruce smiled at me.
"It's no trouble. I'm sorry for your parents though. My parents are also gone. I've been on my own since I was nine," I looked at him in surprise. An orphan could own all this?
"I never knew them. I lived with a kind farmer until I was ten though. That was the closest thing I ever had to a real family," Bruce nodded, sympathetically.
"It's just been me and Alfred. Well, I will leave you for the night. Alfred will wake you up tomorrow for breakfast. Goodnight, Amelle," He turned and limped away, leaning heavily on his cane. Before he shut the door he paused, and smiled back at me once more before closing it with a snap.
I flopped down on the bed, sinking into it. It was literally the most comfortable thing I had ever laid on, like sleeping on a cloud. What was Bane doing now? Was he looking for me? I suddenly felt guilty. I had just left him just like that, after he had been so nice to me, but I had needed to get out of there. There had been too many people, too much going on, too much animosity from Talia. Besides, isn't there that old expression "It is better to seek forgiveness than ask for permission?" of course I didn't think Bane would be very forgiving. I got off the bed, and went to go look out the window. I felt restless. The moon was full, and I had a perfect view of the city. It glowed from the white light. Was Bane down there right now? No. He would probably have sent "his men" out to find me, with their big guns and stony expressions.
There was a knock on the door, and Alfred came in.
"Hello Miss. The Master wanted me to bring you these. He says they might fit better than those oversized clothes," Alfred held up a small pile of different clothes. Bane had said he would get me new clothes.
"Thank you, Alfred," I said softly. He set them down on top of the bureau across from the bed.
"Goodnight Miss," He said, before shutting the door again. Why did I feel so guilty about leaving Bane? He was the one to take me away from everything in India. I had no say in the matter. He should have expected I would want to run away. For the matter, I didn't even really mean to run away. I wanted to go out and get some fresh air, get away for a bit then come back and face whatever would happen to me. Bruce Wayne had to come and insist that I go live with him here, at this house. It wasn't my fault.
I went over to where Alfred had set the clothes down and picked up what was on top of the pile. A pair of soft pajama shorts, and underneath that was a matching tank-top. Under that was what looked like a knee length blue dress, and some more women's undergarments. I slid out of the oversized tee-shirt and jeans Bane had found for me on the plane and into the tank-top and shorts. I looked at the tee-shirt and suddenly I realized why it was so large. It was Bane's tee-shirt. He had given me his tee-shirt. Feeling even more guilty, I put it back on over the pajamas. In some strange way, I felt homesick. I didn't know homesick from where though.
I curled up on the bed, covering myself in plush blankets. I missed India, I missed Bane, I missed Russia, I missed the Farmer. I felt strange here. I have never had anything even close to this here; the bed with the canopy over it, silky pajamas, a butler. I felt homesick but not for a place, I just wanted to be away from here.