Well then, seems everyone would be happy with a sequel or a 5 years later. I'm feeling generous today so tell you all what. I'll do the 5 years later chapter. Then, if I am inspired (which I most likely will be), I will do a sequel. So I will do both in the long run.
So, in this chpater, we go back to Scarlett's family home/mansion/manor/whatever. It has been modeled after The Breakers which is located in RI. Look it up on wikipedia if you want a visual.
Also, I suck at writing any sort of sexual scenes so bear with me. So what I did write is hopefully good enough and you all hopefully get the general idea if what they indeed do.
Ok. I'll shut up.
After being on the road twenty minutes, rushing red lights, and answering most of James questions, Scarlett had a splitting headache. Not only had she not showered in almost three days, but she had gotten up the courage to go back to her family home. No one would be there, seeing as how her father was in jail, her mother was dead, and her siblings lived on their own, but knowing that she was gong home made Scarlett nervous. She could only hope her room was still intact.
Pulling up to the gate, Scarlett stopped the car and got out. Looking back at James, she made sure he was going to stay where he was, but smiled softly when she saw he was asleep. Thankfully, the toxin had wore off. Her heels crunching on the gravel, Scarlett walked to the gate and punched in the code to get in. Smiling when she saw it was still 007, Scarlett walked back to the cop car and climbed back in. Pressing on the gas, she drove up the driveway and a few seconds later, she stopped under the archway that led into her home.
Turning to James, Scarlett gently shook him awake.
"We're here."
James' eyes snapped open and he sat up quickly, before throwing the door open and getting out. Scarlett rolled her eyes and opened her door to get out. Standing, Scarlett looked up at the giant manor looming above her. It was still pristine white as it always had been but now it no longer looked alive. Her mother had made their home lively and when she died, the light went out. Looking over to James, she saw his mouth drooping open at the grand size of her home.
"Ok so I lied. We have more than 20 rooms," Scarlett said.
"Can we go in," he said.
"Of course we can. I used to live here you know."
James walked up to the door and attempted to open it. It was locked of course, and Scarlett knew where the spare key was hidden. Walking up the steps, Scarlett kneeled down on the ground and felt for a loose rock. When she found, it, Scarlett lifted it and smiled when she saw the key. Standing, Scarlett walked to the door and stuck the key in the lock. Turning it, they both heard the click of the lock and Scarlett pushed the door open.
Walking into the marble foyer, Scarlett felt for the light and when she switched it on, the house came to life. James' mouth dropped open again and he marveled at the home. Louisa and Carmine Falcone had modeled the home after Italian Renaissance, and anyone who came to their home was taken back to the "Gilded Age." Not to mention that Scarlett's mother had fallen in love with 18th century French décor. The home had 3 floors not including the basement and attic and Scarlett remembered when she was younger, running around with her brothers and sister causing trouble wherever they were.
She remembered her parents greeting people in the center of the great hall that connected the home. Over each of the six doors which lead from the Great Hall were limestone figure groups celebrating humanity's progress in art, science, and industry. Scarlett always thought they were the stupidest things in the world but she never argued. Her parents had taken up the 2nd floor for themselves but had given their 4 children run of the 3rd floor which boasted 8 rooms, and a sitting room decorated in Louis XVI style walnut paneling. But Sofia, Mario, and Alberto had been older than her and all three of them were gone by the time Scarlett was 18, leaving Scarlett to roam the 3rd floor alone until she had moved out. Her siblings often came to visit, and they would stay on the 3rd floor, so Scarlett wouldn't feel so alone. Her brother Alberto was over more and until Scarlett left, had lived there. Now the whole manor was empty.
Grabbing James' hand, Scarlett maneuvered him through the foyer and to the staircase. Climbing past the 2nd floor, she finally stopped upon reaching the 3rd floor. Walking down the carpeted hallway, Scarlett finally stopped in front of the sitting room. It looked the same as the last time she saw it. Only the chair that was always occupied by her mother was now empty. Turning away, Scarlett led James past her door and to her brother Alberto's room. Swinging the door open, she was hit with the scent of her brother's cologne. Turning on the light, she saw that it too was still the same.
"Am I going to sleep here," James said.
"Only if you want to. I doubt you'll want to sleep in my older siblings rooms. My brother Alberto wouldn't mind if you did, seeing as how he is the nicer of my siblings."
Grabbing James' hand, she escorted him to her brother's bathroom. Switching on the light, she let go of his hand, and walked over to the shower. Turning the knob, hot water came streaming out. Turning back to James, she said, "I assume you know how to work a shower. I'll go get you a big shirt and some boxer shorts. They might be a bit big but it's only for one night. I'll lay them on the bed and I'll come back after I call Gordon and shower."
"Thanks Scarlett. Now if you don't mind," James said looking down, his cheeks red.
Scarlett took the hint and exited the bathroom. Closing the door, she made sure all the lights were on in the room before walking back into the hallway. She then went to work in turning on all the lights on the 3rd floor. She didn't worry about the 2nd and 1st floor, seeing as how in the morning, the light would stream through and there would be no need for light. Walking back to Alberto's bedroom, she heard the shower still going. Smiling, she walked to the dresser and pulled out a giant shirt and boxer shorts for James. Leaving them on the bed, she took out her cell and walked back to her bedroom.
Dialing the Gotham Police Department, she hoped someone would answer. Stopping in front of her door, she frowned when the message machine picked up.
"You have reached GPD. We are unable to get to the phone right now but leave a detailed message and we will call you back. Please specify who you would like to talk to. Thank you and have a nice day."
"Hello, this is Scarlett Falcone. I am leaving this message for Sergeant Gordon. Tell him that I have a boy in my care and his name is Jason, no last name. If you find parents looking for their son Jason, please call me on this number. Thanks."
Cursing, Scarlett pocked her phone, and opened the door to her bedroom. The smell of Chanel Mademoiselle perfume hit her senses and she smiled. Turning on her light, her smile grew wider when Scarlett saw her room was exactly the same. Decorated in the 18 century décor her mother had insisted on having for her, it looked straight out of a palace in France. The only thing that was different was Scarlett's bed. It was huge for such a tiny girl. The sleigh bed was made of rich mahogany wood and contrasted with the French décor. Scarlett had been persistent to her parents to have the bed though.
The sheets, comforter, pillows, and all were all colors that reminded Scarlett of Arabian Nights. Above the bed, were the words La Bella Vita which meant the beautiful life in Italian. Sighing, Scarlett collapsed on her bed and closed her eyes. Popping them open again, her eyes settled on her dresser where her nightclothes were. Taking her heels from her feet, she walked to the dresser and pulled out a black chemise. It went down to her mid thigh and had a bra built in. This had angered her mother when Scarlett bought it. Her words had been "As if you need any more cleavage, mon amour."
Smiling, she also pulled out black lace boy shorts, and threw them on her bed. Skipping to her bathroom, Scarlett switched on the light and ran to her shower. Turning on the hot water, Scarlett took off her borrowed clothing from Emily and made a mental note to give them back to her. Stepping into the shower, Scarlett washed her hair and face thoroughly and washed her body with vanilla scented gel. Minutes later, she emerged, clean and fresh. Throwing her hair into a towel, she wrapped another towel around her body and walked out into her bedroom.
Grabbing the chemise and boy shorts, she dropped her towel to the floor and pulled her clothes on. Walking back to the bathroom, she began to multitask by brushing her teeth and putting lotion on her shaved legs. She had been a klutz and had put way too much lotion on her arms so she decided to use the remainder on her legs. When she was done, Scarlett towel dried her hair. Figuring James was done by now, she pulled on a silk black robe and walked out into the hallway.
(AN: I'm really laying it on thick. Am I right?)
Opening the door softly to Alberto's bedroom, she walked in and saw James just getting into the bed. Walking to him, he finally noticed her.
"Did you find my mom?"
"No but I did place a call to Gordon. He'll call me tomorrow and I'll take you to the station."
James nodded before burrowing under the covers. Scarlett sat next to him and kissed him on the forehead. His surprised face made her smile.
"My mother used to do that," she said simply.
James smiled before turning onto his side.
"Thanks Scarlett and Good Night."
"Night James."
Getting up from the bed, she walked across the floor and stopped at the door to turn the light off. Leaving the door slightly open, Scarlett walked back to her room and shut the door. Leaning her head against the door, and shutting off her light, she closed her eyes and began to wonder where Bruce was. Sighing softly, she walked to her dresser and opened the second drawer. Inside, was a bulky blue sweater. It was Bruce's, from the day he had given it to her seven years ago. Pulling it out, Scarlett inhaled the stale cologne on the sweater. Turning back towards her balcony, Scarlett nearly dropped the sweater and her heart nearly stopped. There, on her balcony, was Batman and he was perched on the ledge.
Closing her robe around her body, and putting the sweater back in the drawer, Scarlett walked quickly to her balcony doors and swung them open. When she did, Batman hopped down from the ledge and took the cowl off his face, revealing Bruce once more. She stood in the opening of her door and smirked at him.
"You told me to go somewhere safe. Can't get much safer than my parents manor."
Bruce smirked right back and said, "It's not as big as Wayne Manor but it suits you."
Rolling her eyes, Scarlett walked out into the night. "Did you get them? Is it over," she said, her voice serious.
Bruce nodded. "It's over. Until the next villain shows up."
Scarlett nodded before closing the space between the two of them. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she rested her head on his chest. Bruce responded by wrapping his arms tightly around her. He then rested his head in the crook of her neck and inhaled the scent of vanilla resting on her skin. They stood for a while, before thunder sounded and it began to dirzzle slightly. Scarlett pulled away and walked back towards her room. Bruce's face fell, thinking she was going to leave him out in the rain, until she turned and smiled coyly at him.
"You coming or are you going to stand out here all night catching a cold?"
Smirking, Bruce walked forward and through the doors into her room. As Scarlett pushed past him to lock the doors, Bruce glanced around her room. It represented the French and Italian side of her nicely. Looking around the room, his eyes fell on the bed, which was decorated in reds, purples, and golds. Scarlett brushed past him and slipped her black robe from her shoulders. For his part, Bruce just stared at her as she walked over to the bed. Looking back at Bruce she began to laugh.
"What," Bruce said, coming back to reality.
"Your face combined with how ridiculous you look in that outfit makes me laugh. Hope you don't expect to get into my bed like that."
Rolling his eyes, Bruce set the cowl down on a table and walked over to Scarlett, her back turned. Slipping off his gloves, he put his hands on her shoulders. Startled, she became rigid as Bruce leaned down to her ear.
"I would but I need help getting the suit off."
"You got it off just fine by yourself the last time," Scarlett said, her voice low.
"Humor me," Bruce whispered.
Turning around to face him, Scarlett's eyes went wide when he placed her hands on his back. He guided her hands to the clasp that undid the upper half of his suit. Slowly, Bruce guided her hands down until the upper half fell to the floor leaving Scarlett face to face with his bare chest. Looking up at him, she fixed him with a stare and Bruce noticed her eyes had changed from blue green to solid blue. Keeping her eyes on him, she ran her hands up his chest and over the St. Christopher necklace she had given him before grabbing his neck forcefully and shoving her mouth against his.
Grabbing her waist tightly, Bruce ran his hands up and down her body as Scarlett struggled to get the bottom half of his suit off. After a couple seconds, she became agitated when she couldn't get it off. Forcing herself to stop kissing Bruce, Scarlett looked down at the attempt she was making to get the bottom half of the suit off. Groaning at the progress, Scarlett said, "Oh my god Bruce. Is your suit child proof and sex resistant?"
"Do I need to show you how to get the whole suit off? Did you not pay attention in the cave?"
"No I did not. If I did, we would have accomplished this act hours ago," Scarlett quipped.
Smiling, Bruce moved Scarlett's hands and undid the bottom half of his suit. As soon as it fell to the floor and he was left in black briefs, Scarlett went right back to pressing herself up against him and kissing him hard. His arms around her waist. Bruce began to manuver them towards Scarlett's bed. Scarlett was not paying attention to the fact that her feet were moving, so when they finally reached the bed, Bruce gave a little push. Shrieking, the two of them fell onto her bed, and Scarlett's laughter caused Bruce to laugh as well.
Propping himself up on his elbows, Bruce hovered over Scarlett and stroked her bare arm. Placing her hands on his upper arms, Scarlett leaned up and began to kiss him again, her leg instinctively wrapping around his waist. Stopping her, Bruce said, "Are you sure?"
Pulling away, Scarlett didn't reply. Taking his left hand, she guided it to her chemise's strap and slowly guided his hand down, causing the strap to fall.
"Did you even need to ask," Scarlett whispered.
Propping herself up on her elbows, Scarlett manuvered herself out from under Bruce and moved back towards the pillows on her bed. Crawling towards her, Bruce settled himself on top of Scarlett once more. She grabbed his upper arms once more and her leg wrapped around his waist. Grabbing her leg, Bruce ran his hand up and down her skin before claiming her mouth once more. As Scarlett ran her hands from his arms to his back, Bruce's other hand began to pull her chemise off but as soon as it hit her waist, he was stuck.
Giggling against his lips, Scarlett unstuck her lips from his and took both her hands to move the entire chemise off. Leaving her in black lace boy shorts. Bruce immediatly went back to kissing her and moving his lips from Scarlett's lips to her neck.
"I should let you know that James is asleep in the next room," she murmerred.
"Are you trying to ruin the moment," Bruce whispered against her neck.
Rolling her eyes, Scarlett slapped his back, hard. Looking up at her agitatedly, Bruce said, "Would you PLEASE stop stopping me from this. You are being a little minx my love."
Smirking, Scarlett leaned up to his ear and whispered, "Like I was saying. James is asleep in the next room. Which means that I'm going to have to be quiet."
"When have you ever been quiet," Bruce said, his eyebrows raising.
Scarlett's mouth fell open in mock anger. Smiling devilishly, Bruce captured her lips again and Scarlett responded just as fierce.
For the rest of the night, Scarlett kept her promise. She kept as quiet as one could in a situation like this.
Well, did you like? Hopefully you did cause there's only one more chapter after this one. It's almost over. Well not really but this story is. On to the next one as you could say.
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