I know it's been forever, okay? I've had writer's block. Anyway, please enjoy!
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"Thanks for helping me move everything, Jay," huffed Sophia as she dropped the last box onto the floor. She wiped the smallest drop of swear off her brow, turning to face her older brother. She had finally moved into her apartment, though the building was owned by her father. Still, it was a step in the right direction. "Do you want anything? I don't have any food yet, but the faucet works..."
Jason grimaced. "No thanks, brat," he declined. "I got some business to take care of."
She pouted. "You know, I'm twenty-three years old," she reminded him. She didn't think she was much of a brat nowadays. At least, she tried not to be.
He shrugged at her. "Always have been, always will be," he retorted. He playfully punched her arm. "Later, kiddo."
Sophia waved. "Bye, Jay!" she called. She sighed, plopping down onto her brand new couch unceremoniously. She wasn't exhausted, per se, but it had been a long day.
With certain distractions currently out of her life, Sophia was able to focus on finding an apartment. She had declined all of them thus far, but she had finally settled on the perfect one. The building was in downtown Gotham, which wasn't very ideal for a billionaire heiress, but she felt it spoke to her.
She released a sad sigh; she hadn't spoken to Rex for a week. She was a bit put out by it, but she supposed they needed some time apart. Taking time to sort things out herself was proving to be quite useful. She could work with this.
That didn't stop her from missing him though.
Sophia rolled her eyes, taking out her phone. She may have missed Rex, but she wasn't going to mope around because of him. After all, she had a life outside of him. The young woman scrolled through her contacts, eyes scanning over the limited names. Danica, she knew, was still out of the question and she was not about to drink with her brothers.
She finally stopped on the Bs. "Bethany," she read aloud, pondering. Her secretary was meek and quiet; not her preferred drinking partner. Still, a quiet friend was better than no friend. Perhaps she would be able to bring the young woman out of her shell.
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"You did not!"
Sophia nearly doubled over with laughter. "I did," she choked out between giggles. She had just finished relaying the story of how she and Danica had gotten arrested for vandalism. "I don't think that my dad had ever been that mad at me. You should have seen his face when the commissioner brought me home." It had, in fact, been her father to catch her and her friend in the act. He had been Batman at the time and she hadn't been able to believe her rotten luck.
Bethany shook her head, her dirty blond curls bouncing. "I can't believe you got caught by Batman of all people," she stated in disbelief. "That must have sucked."
She nodded. "It did," she agreed. The lawyer couldn't help but grin at the young woman across from her. It was one of those moments when you learned to never judge a book by its cover. Bethany may have seemed timid and meek, but she was funny and witty and pleasant to be around.
The blond took another swig of from martini. "You know, I never thought that you would be the rebellious type," she admitted shyly. "It's just..."
Sophia smirked. "I graduated high school at sixteen, right?" she guessed. She wasn't stupid; she knew what people thought of her. She had been bookish and quiet in school and kept up the nerdy facade to the press. However, Sophia Wayne had a knack for getting into trouble and having too much fun. "Don't worry, most people think that."
Bethany cocked her head to the side in curiosity. "You have so much responsibility on your shoulders at such a young age," she remarked, her dark eyes staring at her intently. "Does it ever get to be too much?"
The young princess considered this for a moment. She knew that she had to be very careful in how she answered. She didn't think Bethany would ever go behind her back, but she couldn't be too sure. "Life is hard for everybody," she replied carefully. "I get by in life by working hard and keeping my head up. My age doesn't stop me from giving my all in everything."
The slightly older woman seemed to think about this. "You're very strong, Sophia," she finally commented. "I have to admire that."
Sophia forced herself to relax; she didn't think she was strong. A strong woman would have put an end to their stalker. A strong woman would have saved her own life without risking another's. "Thank you," she said, her lips curling into a smile. "I get it from my mother."
Because Diana Prince-Wayne was the strongest woman she'd ever known.
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Sophia returned home that night and found that she had a missed call from Rex.
Her heart pounded against her chest as she hesitated. She wanted to make up with him, of course she did. But she couldn't help but still feel upset with him. Perhaps she had overreacted that night, but she was an independent person. She had graduated high school at sixteen. She had gone to college in France on her own. She had acted as her own vigilante with no association with her parents for seven years.
It killed her to be under her parents' thumbs again. But she would be damned to be under anyone else's.
She shook her head, opening the voicemail he left. 'Uh, hey Sophia,' Rex's deep, raspy voice greeted awkwardly. She frowned when he used her real name. 'I, um, just wanted to call and check in. I know you're mad at me, but I want to talk. So, uh, let me know if you do too.' The message abruptly ended.
Sophia grimaced. She felt a bit guilty that Rex had reached out first. Had she been wrong in giving him space? Did he think she was being immature? Was she being immature? Hera, this was making her head hurt.
She made her way over to the fridge, grabbing a carton of juice. Her thoughts raced as she poured herself a cup, leaning against the counter. Relationships were harder than she remembered and she wasn't sure if she was prepared.
Sophia took a sip of the juice and instantly yawned afterward. She stumbled slightly into the living room, her eyelids drooping. It had been a long day, hadn't it? She was very tired. Subconsciously, she sprawled out onto the couch, her eyes closing completely.
It wasn't long until she was completely asleep.
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A hooded figure crept through the window in the dark of the night.
They were glad that the object of their affection had moved into her own apartment. Wayne Manor might as well have been a fortress; there was no getting in even with their resources. They never would have been able to slip their drink into the manor. Of course, their headstrong, independent kitten didn't want to stay under Mommy and Daddy's careful watch for long. They loved how stubborn she was.
The figure crept closer, their eyes landing on the slumbering form of the beautiful Sophia Wayne. They allowed their eyes to roam her perfect body, thankful that she wasn't wearing more than a tank top and a pair of panties.
This was going to be fun.
They climbed on top of her, careful not to put their weight on her and wake her up. Sophia suspected nothing, if her light snoring was any indication. They carefully bent down, pressing a gentle kiss to her parted lips. They trailed down from her mouth to her neck, where they attacked the sensitive skin there. Sophia moaned softly, causing their skin to prickle with delight.
Oh, how excited they were to have the princess at their fingertips. It had been torture, unable to touch her in the way they wanted. Attempting to break into Wayne Manor would have been a suicide mission and the blood of Reginald Stewart was not something they could shed lightly. Thank goodness for the Amazon's stubborn pride.
The figure moved lower, their head dipping down to her bust. Their eyes focused on the full, plump mounds, admiring their abundance. They pressed their lips to her left breast, their tongue circling it through the thin fabric of the shirt. Their hand found her other one, gently kneading the bosom.
Sophia began to twitch under them, whimpering with every touch and caress. If only Woman Woman's enemies knew; Amazons were extremely sensitive. They weren't sure what the case was with Sophia, but the Amazons were made that way as a punishment should they ever fall for a man again. They wouldn't be surprised if their princess was already wet.
They swiped a finger across her sweet, precious snatch. As they thought, she was soaked. The half breed must have been so proud of himself, unknowing that her body would react like that to anyone's touch.
They slipped their hand into her panties, gently stroking her entrance. "Moan for me, Sophia," they rasped quietly. They wanted to hear her, to revel in the sounds only they were able to produce. They wanted to bring her to her edge.
Sophia's hips moved against their fingers. "R-Rex," she groaned sensually.
They immediately recoiled, rage gripping their chest. How could she utter the half breed's name in their presence? Didn't she know that he was no good for her? Didn't she know that she belonged to them and them alone? Enraged, they yanked off her panties, leaving her bottom half completely exposed. "I should take you right here," they growled menacingly. "Hard."
But they refrained, taking out their phone instead. "But I'd rather see what the half breed hawk had to say, don't you?" They snapped the picture. "But mark my words, I will have my way with you soon enough, Sophia."
In an instant, they were gone.
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God, you don't know how uncomfortable I was writing that last scene. Please don't think I'm some sort of sicko, okay? And yes, I know this chapter was short but it needed to be. It looks like Sophia's stalker is becoming more bold, doesn't it? Anyway, I hope you liked it and please review!
