Another Problem.

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Chapter 2: Punished

(Two weeks Later)

Kiva and Coop walked into the wonderful mansion of Bruce Wayne. There was an elaborate party being held and only the rich, popular, and or high classed were invited. Most didn't consider Coop and Kiva high classed because they weren't born rich, but they were definitely the first two, which were the most important. They handed their coats to the butler and proceeded to the ballroom.

"You better be on your best behaviour," Coop warned his hand gripping hers almost too tightly.

"I'm always on my best behaviour," Kiva responded, "especially when invited somewhere."

"Like Jamie's bedroom?" Coop hissed in her ear.

"Why don't you just get a divorce?" Kiva demanded softly, "any woman would throw herself at you," she pointed out.

"I don't want any woman," Coop told her, "and I'm not divorcing you," he said defiantly, "and you're not divorcing me," he said in a threatening tone and squeezed her hand even tighter.

"I will if you crush my hand," Kiva snapped and quickly stepped on his foot to make him let go, "do that again and I'll not just step on your shoe," she said darkly as she rubbed her now reddened hand.

"Step on my foot again and I'll break the foot that did it," Coop countered, "in fact, I'll start by breaking the toes," he added.

"Like you never abused me before," Kiva whispered, "next time you do, I'll just walk around without makeup," she put out.

"Do that and I'll kill you," Coop whispered directly in her ear, "but not before I make sure Jamie can never drum or sing again," he told her and Kiva paled, "and you know that and never having you would kill him," he reminded her, "do you really want to be a murderer Kiva?" he asked her, "Jamie's murderer?"

"You're a monster," Kiva said tearfully.

"We're nearing the ballroom put on your happy face," Coop ordered instead of answering her.

Kiva did as they entered the ballroom and greeted various guests, including, ambassadors, presidents of both companies and countries, really rich and high classed men and woman and even a few reporters including the infamous reporter Clarke Kent from Metropolis.

"Well hello," Bruce Wayne said formerly and he and Coop shook hands while Kiva nodded and smiled, ""I hope that you enjoy yourselves."

"Of course," Coop said happily, "what's there not to enjoy?" he asked and Bruce chuckled.

"I'm glad to hear that," Bruce said, "how are you Kiva?" he asked.

"Like always," Kiva said with a smile, "and you?"

"I'm doing very well," Bruce responded but noted that Kiva didn't really answer his question, "can I speak to your husband in private?" he asked suddenly.

"Of course," Kiva agreed, "take him for as long as you like," she added and left the two men as she headed to a small crowd of chatting females.

"Trouble in paradise?" Bruce asked softly after Kiva was out of earshot.

"Wha…Of course not," Coop denied, "Kiva and I couldn't be happier," he declared.

"Of course," Bruce said despite not believing him, "remember that women can sometimes bring trouble Coop," he warned him, "don't keep one if she isn't worth it."

"Kiva's worth it," Coop said brusquely and Bruce raised an eyebrow, "I mean, she's mine for life," he said more calmly, "we're married," he added.

"For a little over two years now," Bruce recalled, "and you had met four years ago?" he asked.

"Five by next week Tuesday," Coop said emotionlessly, he didn't like where this conversation was headed.

"You met her along with your friend Jamie, right?" Bruce asked.

"We haven't been friends for three years," Coop corrected him, "I'd like to change the subject."

"Sure," Bruce agreed surprised at Coop's behaviour, "let's go to my 'garage'," he said and Coop immediately knew what he meant.

"Sure," Coop agreed and they both left the party quietly.

(Two minutes later in the bathroom)

Kiva locked the door and fished out her tiny cell phone from her bra. Jamie had given it to her as a gift a year ago and she had always let her friend Marilyn Johnson keep it. After noticing Coop and Bruce Wayne leaving, she asked Marilyn to lend her a cell phone. Marilyn knew what she meant and handed her the phone that when used Jamie automatically knew it was either her or Marilyn. She couldn't keep it at her house because her husband Coop would freak out if he found it and first destroy it then take out the rest of the anger and abuse on her. But Marilyn also had to be careful because she was currently dating Trans John, who was a very good friend of Coop's. Marilyn had told Kiva that Coop had revealed to Trans John that Jamie loved Kiva and claimed that Jamie wanted to get her back. Trans John had even asked Marilyn if she knew of Jamie trying to contact Kiva; Marilyn lied and 'no' of course. But Marilyn still had to be careful.

Kiva quickly pressed a button and it automatically dialled Jamie's number. It was answered before the first ring even got a chance to finish.

"Hello Kiva," Jamie answered.

"Hello Jamie," Kiva responded, "where are you?"

"We just started our Florida Tour yesterday," Jamie informed her, "after two weeks of that, we're going away to Tour Japan for a month," he said.

"Wow," Kiva said, "I'm impressed," she confessed.

"I'm not," Jamie disagreed, "I'm going to be even further away from you," he whined.

"That might be best for now," Kiva warned, "Coop's furious," she added.

"He's the one who refuses to let you divorce him!" Jamie complained, "he treats you like property!" he shouted, "not a wife!" he pointed out.

"I know," Kiva said with a sigh, "but he's my husband Jamie and besides," she said sadly, "I don't want to get him mad again," she said almost pleadingly, "at least not for now," she added.

"Alright," Jamie conceded, "so where are you?" he asked.

"At Bruce Wayne's Mansion," Kiva revealed and Jamie whistled, "yeah it deserves that and a thousand more whistles," she said and they both laughed, "it's great to hear your laugh again," she whispered happily.

"It was awesome hearing your voice again," Jamie said, "Wish you luck."

"I wish you luck too Jamie," Kiva said softly, "bye."

"Bye," Jamie responded and hung up.

Kiva sighed sadly and soon exited the bathroom.

Chapter 2 Completed

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