Heaven and Hell
Chapter Two: Charities a Steal, Part One
He was late. It could not even be considered fashionably late. He was just plain late. But, honestly, no one expected anything different from the notorious Bruce Wayne as of late. Rumor had it (for those who had not been there) he had even been late for his own birthday party years ago. Of course that also happened to be the day he burned his own house down.
And of course no one knew why he was always late; no one knew of his late night vigilante work.
In his mind, he was always satisfied that he had at least shown up. He could just become one of those billionaire recluses that never appeared anywhere. A grin swept across his face. But what would be the fun in that? At least this way they could gossip about things that he had actually done than what they believe him to do. And he was satisfied with that.
"Bruce! There you are Bruce!"
Bruce cringed at the shrill voice. He took a deep breath, steeling his nerves against the irritating woman he was about to face. Facing off against criminals and the like were nothing against this woman.
"I've been looking for you everywhere!" she exclaimed upon arriving next to him. "Late again, were you?"
Bruce turned to her, displaying his trademark charming smile. "Business as usual, Miss Hawkins."
Miss Hawkins feigned a pout, jutting her lower lip out slightly. She reached out slowly, trailing one finger down the length of his arm. "How many times must I tell you to call me Anna? It's only right seeing as how we're such close friends and all."
Bruce smiled again, wishing he could get her away from him as quick as possible. "Of course. I'm sorry. You'll have to forgive me."
"And excuse him," a male voice interjected. "He has some business to attend to."
Bruce turned to his right, suppressing the look of gratitude that threatened to cross his face. "Ah, Mr. Adams, a pleasure to see you again."
The other man smiled. "Hmm, I'm sure."
Bruce turned back to Miss Hawkins, bowing slightly and taking hold of her right hand. He glanced up at her as he brushed his lips against her knuckles. She blushed as he straightened. "I look forward to meeting with you again, but for now I must go speak business with my associate."
Miss Hawkins giggled. "Of course, Bruce. I hope to see you later."
He smiled again. "Save a dance for me," he replied, and then turned away.
The moment they were out of range, Bruce let out a sigh of relief. "You owe me one for that, Bruce."
"Yes, Daniel, I believe I do. You realize you probably just saved my life, right?"
Daniel waved his hand in the air flippantly. "I doubt she could have harmed you. Driven you insane maybe, but hurt you? Nah."
Bruce laughed at his friend and then the two of them merged into the crowd.
She walked into the crowded room, her grey eyes glancing around the room. The silk dress that she wore fell to her knees, showing off the long, pale legs beneath. "May I take your coat, miss?" a voice said to her left.
She turned to him, a small smile gracing her pink lips. "Thank you," she replied allowing him to peel the thin coat from her shoulders, revealing the rest of her dress. Thin straps circled her shoulders, dipping into a low cut revealing just the beginning of her small breasts. One hand went to a stray curl of her dark hair that had fallen from its clip, putting it back into place.
Stepping away from the doorman, she mixed in with the other socialites, making her way towards her own destination, completely unaware of the eyes following her.
He saw her across the room, her curled black hair framing her pale face like a dark halo. Her thin frame molded into the dark red sleeveless dress perfectly; each curve accentuated by the silk. He watched as she walked smoothly through the crowd, her eyes focused forward and nowhere else.
"Beautiful, isn't she?" Daniel said next to him, finally noticing that his friend was no longer paying attention to what he was saying.
"Who is she?"
"Goes by the name of Hevin Haedis. Her father is a self made man. He owns some export company on the other side of Gotham. They recently moved back to Gotham." Daniel followed the woman with his eyes as well. "Hot as hell," he muttered.
Bruce did not reply for words had left him. He had to meet her.
Daemon Anges stood by the bar, silently sipping a tall glass of champagne. He paid no attention to the people surrounding him; ignored the forced laughs of the fake people walking by. Daemon had no care for these people, these false friends, but he was here only as a favor for her.
And of course she hadn't even shown up yet. That was so like her.
A particularly loud group stopped next to him, the men ordering drinks for the women. Daemon merely sighed, took another sip of his champagne, and turned up the music on his mp3 player.
It was because of this that he did not notice her. It was because of this that he did not notice her before she pulled the earphone from his left ear and whispered, "Hey handsome."
A smirk crossed his face as he turned around. "Hey gorgeous," he replied, reaching into his tuxedo's vest and shutting off the music that had been pounding through his headphones. "You're late."
She shrugged. "Daddy had a meeting he needed me to attend. You know how it is."
Daemon shrugged as well. "Oh, of course," he tugged on her right arm lightly, bringing her into a tight embrace. "Been awhile Hevin."
Hevin smirked, hugging him back. "Oh yes, only about a week at most."
Daemon laughed, pulling away. "What's time between friends then, eh?"
"It's not like we don't talk all of the time Daemon," Hevin replied, linking her arm through his.
AN 2: Okay, before you all shoot me for confusing you (and don't ask me why I did it that way) I will explain to you the names:
Hevin Haedis: Her name is pronounced "Heaven Hades (like the Greek word for the underworld)", just spelled differently and with a slight accent.
Daemon Anges: His last name is French, meaning Angels. You pronounce his first name Damon, although it is actually another, older, spelling for demon.
Part Two coming (hopefully!) soon!