A/N: Hi everyone!
I am so sorry for taking so long to update this story but I had a relapse of my illness and am just now getting better.
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Mr. Wayne called me the moment I carried everything inside the small foursquare house. He has…had… a bad sense of timing when it came to things. I had just enough time to put down my heavy bags of groceries and balance Helen on my hip before reaching the phone.
"Hello, Mr. Wayne." I said, a bit breathless.
"Hello Ms. Banks. I was calling because I have a question that might sound a little weird."
"Can't be any weirder than what you had me do last week." I said, trying to laugh.
"Do you have a nice dress to wear to that date?"
I paused. "Where is it being held?" I asked.
"At the penthouse."
I winced. This meant that I would have to dress nice…but I didn't have anything that could reasonably pass at an event. "I'll take that as a no." Mr. Wayne said, his voice soft. "Are you working tomorrow?"
"Every day except Saturday and Sunday." I said. "Don't tell me you're taking me dress shopping." I said.
"You guessed right…and come on. You deserve to look nice. Especially after all the crap I've put you through."
I found myself smiling again. Hey…I wanted nice clothes as much as the next person. "Well, if you insist…and you can take it out of my paycheck."
"And leave nothing for you and Helen?" Mr. Wayne asked. "No, I'm not going to do that."
"Mr. Wayne? Thank you." I said.
I can see why people think Mr. Wayne is a Class A Jackass…and he can be. But to me, he has never been anything but kind and courteous.
Maybe it's an act to hide the scared little boy that watched his parents get gunned down in Park Row that night.
I can't help but wonder if he and Helen will soon have more in common.
Will Helen grow up to be lovely and beautiful?
Will she grow up scared?
Will she know how much I love her?