Chapter Four

Sara was loaded down with bags when she returned to the manor. She decided to sneak them into a guestroom and leave the stuff in the closet.

She was careful not to be seen coming from the room. She went straight to the master bedroom where she changed into yoga pants, and went downstairs to the library to finish her rough draft.

Alfred came in and asked if she would like something to drink.

"Do we have any iced tea?"

"Of course we do, Miss Sara. I always keep some fresh for you."

"Thank you so much! You're too good to me. Have you seen Bruce?"

"I believe Master Wayne went to the office. He said he would only be about a half hour."

Just then Bruce walked through the door.

He saw Alfred and asked if Sara was home.

"She is in the library, Sir. I am getting her some iced tea. Would you like some?"

"That would be great. Thanks, Alfred."

Sara's back had healed a bit, but her rib would bother her for awhile.

Bruce kissed her, and asked her about her day.

"It has been good so far. I got a present for Carla, and some other light shopping. I'm just trying to get these revisions done."

"Ok, I'll stay out of your way. When you have time will you meet me in the study? I thought I would light a fire, pour a couple of glasses of wine, and spend some time with you." He was leaning down, whispering in her ear, and she wanted to thrown her entire book in the fire. She loved spending time with him. Her husband was the light of her life. So how was she going to get away from him tonight?

The red wine was wonderful, but not as wonderful as her company. Bruce and Sara talked and laughed almost all night long. When they went to bed, Sara considered sneaking out. But Bruce would notice, and she didn't have a good excuse for leaving at 2am. Plus, she was exhausted. She thought, how did he do this? How did he have the energy to be out at this time of night? She would have to leave earlier the next night.

They slept late, and Sara went straight to the library to write out some ideas for her next book.

Alfred came in and asked her if she would like a late brunch.

"I'm really not that hungry. I'll stop by the kitchen soon and grab a muffin or something."

Alfred look like he was about to leave, but instead he closed the library door, so he and Sara could have some privacy.

"Miss Sara, I was going about my rounds this morning, and I noticed there were some bags in the closet of one of the guest rooms. I didn't look inside them, but I thought they might be yours."

Sara knew Alfred was thorough, but this was ridiculous. He must have seen her put them there.

"Yes, they are mine. I put them in a spare closet because I didn't have the time to go through them yesterday. It's just a bunch of odds and ends. I needed a break from my book, so I went shopping. I think I got a little carried away." Sara smiled and hoped she was getting away with this.

"I understand Miss Sara. I had an idea that you didn't want Master Bruce stumbling across them. Not that he would mind. He often complains that you don't go shopping enough."

Sara laughed at this true statement. "I know what you mean. He often teases me that out of all the women in the world, he married someone who doesn't like spending a lot of money. He calls me his stuffy, finance chick."

Alfred smiled at this. "Master Wayne does have a way with words." Alfred left the library when he heard Bruce come downstairs.

"Hi, Alfred. I'm starving! Is there any breakfast left?"

"Actually, Mr. Wayne, since you and Miss Sara slept so late I didn't make any. She isn't very hungry, but I would be happy to make you something."

"That would be great. Would some bacon and eggs be any trouble?"

"Not at all, Master Wayne. Try to get your wife to eat something if you can."

"Good morning, my dear." Bruce said to Sara.

"Good morning!" Sara got up and fell into his arms.

He kissed her and said, "I thoroughly enjoyed last night. I'm surprised you're not as hungry as I am."

"I guess I have a lot on my mind. Don't get me wrong – last night was amazing." She leaned her head back so he could kiss her again.

Bruce couldn't be happier than he was with Sara. She completely changed his life, and he couldn't imagine being without her. While he was still holding on to her, he asked her if she had plans for the day.

"Just writing – did you have something in mind?"

"It's a beautiful day, and I think it might be nice to go on the boat. What do you think?"

"That sounds great. Let me get a few things done, and I'll get ready."

They spent the whole day on the boat. Bruce wanted to have dinner there, but Sara said she wasn't feeling well, so they returned home.

Sara was trying to think of a good excuse to get down to the Narrows. Or just a good excuse to leave the manor -with her disguise, and her sporting equipment, and everything else. It seemed impossible, but she had to do it.

After dinner, she told Bruce that she had to run to the library to check out some new authors.

Bruce looked at her quizzically. "Sara, we probably have every book you need here. If not we can order them online, and they can be here by tomorrow."

Sara had to think fast. "You know me. I love the library. I used to borrow books all the time before I got all rich and fancy! And I just love spending time there."

Bruce nodded and said, "Just don't be too late. I don't want you trapped in there when it closes."

"That only happened once!"

Bruce rolled his eyes as if to say "whatever."

Ok, I have an excuse. Now I need to get all that stuff out.

Sara went upstairs, and brought down a huge bag of stuff. She made sure that it didn't have the store name on it.

"Hey Bruce, I think I'm going to do some returns while I'm out."

Sara got in the car with her "stuff" and drove away. She needed to find a place where she could change and not be noticed. That might be a good spot, thought Sara as she drove by a wooded area that separated the Palisades from downtown.

She pulled over and changed as fast as she could. When she was done, she had a layer of thin padding, a black long sleeve t-shirt, long back workout pants, black boots, a black mask, and a dark brown wig that made her look like she had long, straight hair. The final touch was dark brown contacts. She chose this outfit carefully. It made her look like someone else – someone she despised. She looked exactly like Catwoman. Selina Kyle had been a pain in her ass since Sara began dating Bruce. Now she could, hopefully, save some people, and implicate Selina at the same time. Two birds with one stone! Perfect.