Disclaimer:

I do not own Bruce Wayne or Joker *sighs*.

I do however own Vevette and i shall mold her into my own little puppet!

Sometimes you need an emotional outlet after realizing that you just barely escape an attack.

Read. =]

Seeing the kidnapping at such a close view, Vevette began to think about the very things that had run her to Gotham. She was in no shape to drive but she refused to be anything less then wonder woman, her persona. Bruce walked her to her car his hand on her shoulder not realizing that her inner-strength was fading to nothingness.

"You're going straight home, right?" Bruce asked her as she sat in the driver's seat.

"Of course, Bruce, where else would I go?" She replied with a bit of attitude.

Bruce looked a little pained at her expression, "I don't want you getting kidnapped as well or hurt." He said, putting his hands in his pockets and rocking back on his heels.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to react like that. Bruce, I..."She started but he squatted and interrupted her.

"I understand that we're all a little rattled. I was just surprised, that's all." He said.

"Bruce, I just need...I don't know what I need. I know you have things to do so I won't keep you. Bruce, I love you. I hope you know that." She said.

He leaned in and kissed her goodnight. She drove to her manor, all the way blaring a rock cd to block her from thinking about anything but the matter at hand.

Bruce noticed a slight change in her and wondered about it. He decided to give her a few hours and if she didn't call him he would go over. With that he walked back into the commotion.

Vevette walked into her kitchen and found several of her dishes. She threw two cups and several plates against the wall. She was angry that she couldn't keep in check these emotions that she presumed she had mastered a long time ago.

She slid down the length of the counter and onto the floor. She looked at the bits on the floor and shook her head. She was a failure. She wasn't super woman. She wasn't this amazing person that everyone assumed she was. She was just Plain Vevette Marianne VonKelly.

So just plain Vevette Marianne VonKelly walked into her magnificent bedroom and slipped into one of Bruce's tee, feeling not as up beat as she was normally. She should be out helping to look for Harpy and Rose but no, here she was slipping into her old insecurities. Instead of helping, she was failing her new friends.

Bruce went home some time after the commotion was resolved. He needed to see Vevette but she hadn't answered her phone. He needed the reassurance she always gave him. He needed her to be near him and he would be alright. She was his rock, though he had never told her.

He waited an hour and a half and when she didn't call, he drove to her place. He knocked on the door and a few minutes went by. The door opened.

"Vet?" Bruce asked, looking at a clearly intoxicated Vevette.

"Brucey poos??" She asked, stumbling towards him.

With that she passed out in his arms and he picked her up. He shut the door behind him and walked up the short flight of stairs into the master suite. He laid her on the satin sheeted bed and his heart swelled up as he watched her reach for him. She sighed and turned the other way. It would drive him nuts, he thought, to leave her alone especially when she wanted him there next to her.

He slipped off his blazer and put it on the bench at the end of the bed. He did the same with his shoes and looked around. In her closet, there was a box of clothes that she'd taken to use for herself. He changed and slipped into her California king size bed. He watched her for a few moments before sliding in close to her. He slipped his arms around and moved her closer to him.

He watched with affection her even breathing and knew that she was his and only his. "Vet, I love you too." He whispered in her ear.

The next morning, Vevette awoke with a killer headache. She rolled over and covered her eyes as Bruce pulled the shade to allow the sun to shine in her room.


"What the hell!" She said, but Bruce pulled the covers off the bed. No woman had ever looked as sexy as Vevette was looking right at this moment. Her hair was a mess, she was in his tee and she was disgruntled. He set a drink on the night stand and held out his hand.

"Aspirin, my dear?" He asked, holding out two pills.

She took the pills with some water and looked at him appreciatively. "What happened last night?" She asked, sitting Indian style on the bed as he lay next to her.

"Well, I came over and you passed out in my arms. How much did you drink, by the way?" He asked.

"I drank last night? I never drink." She said, shaking her head.

"There's a half a bottle of vodka in the kitchen…"He said trailing and off and she groaned. She buried her face in his chest.

"We should do this more often." He said, engulfing her in his arms.

As if a thought had just occurred to her she raised her head quickly, "Is there any news on Harpy, Emma or Rose?"

"No. Not yet." He said, sighing.

"Okay." She said, burying her face back in his chest.

"I have breakfast fixed. Let's go eat." He said and she refused to move.

He placed began to tickle her neck then down her arms. Then he ran his fingers down the sides of her stomach, just barely touching causing her to shiver.

"Bruce, Let's eat." She said sitting up, making his hand fall onto her thigh.


"I'm not so hungry for breakfast anymore." He said, moving his hand to a more private area.

"Bruce…" She said gently removing his hand, "you know my stand on having sex before marriage." She said.

"I know and I got carried away I guess. Let's go eat breakfast." He said, getting up.

"Well, after we eat we have to help find Harpy, Emma and Rose. I have some contacts, so let's go!" she said, jumping up ready for the upcoming day.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter.

How shall the hunt for Harpy, Emma and Rose go?

I still don't own the joker. =[

I wish i did because i would probably scare him enough to make him my bitch. lol

And so i bid adieu.

-TL