A/N: Wow, I'm really on a roll here! Just so you folks know, I got a house sitting job and will be unable to post as frequently.
The Penthouse: After The Party
It took me close to an hour before I was able to get back upstairs to the penthouse. After being checked for broken bones or other injuries by the paramedics, the cops wanted to take my statement and of course all the bystanders had a million and one questions about what the hell just happened.
When I got back, the place had cleared out and Alfred was busy cleaning up the broken glass. Other than the gaping hole in the window and the messed up platters and drink stands, it was as if nothing had happened.
"Ms. Banks! Are you all right?!" Alfred asked, almost dropping the broom in his rush to get over to me.
"I'm fine. Nothing a few ice packs and ibuprofen won't solve." I said with a smile before turning to find Helen.
Mr. Wayne came out of the master bedroom, carrying a sleeping Helen in his arms. I ran over and took her from him.
"Thank you Mr. Wayne." I said, hugging Helen close and checking her over.
"She was fine. When the Joker broke in, I grabbed her and took her to the panic room. However, I managed to lock myself in. I meant to come out and get both you and Alfred."
I looked up at Mr. Wayne, smiling. "I suppose we're going to get a lot of complaints about our safety standards after this."
"It's something I know you'll be able to handle." Mr. Wayne said with a weak smile.
"I'd say after falling out of a window, you'd be able to handle anything." Alfred said.
I wish Alfred was right.
Because I can't handle this.
I don't want to die.