Hi guys,
First of all, thanks for everone that read the first chapter. Like I said before, I'm all ears for opinions and suggestions. Thanks in advance :)
Chapter II
At other times, buildings and lands in Gotham with Wayne Enterprises logo at the entrance let Selina angry. It was like Bruce Wayne had bought almost all of the city to enrich even more. Today, she feels stupid to realize, for example, how strategical was maintain a huge container in the port of the city. A perfect place to avoid suspicions and of course, near from one of the exits of Gotham.
It was late at night when she spotted the restricted area in the port of the city. Still deserted by what happened on the last morning, she didn't have difficulty in breaking the padlock that locked the fence that guarded the container and allowed herself a smile as passed by the sign that says "Wayne Enterprises: Private Property In Tresspassing". She entered in one of the massive iron boxes and was surprised to see that actually looked like a dark box inside, but changed her mind when the ground began to descend beneath her feet and a very enlightened and bigger place began to appear.
When the platform stopped down, Selina walked toward Bruce, a few steps ahead, leaning on a wall. Parts of his suit was all over the place. He was wearing only the bottom part of the batsuit and trying to bandage the wound made by Talia's knife few hours before. When he heard the sound of Selina's heels on the ground, Bruce turned to see she arriving.
"You always have a plan, don't you?" Selina said as approached the former vigilante.
"Not exactly," he said, as pulled the needle once again in his skin. "I wasn't that sure if the autopilot could work. I was ready for the worst ".
"Yeah, I can see" Selina said, crouching to see the wound more closely. "Mind if I sew it?"
"Go ahead," Bruce said, as he gave the needle to Selina finish it, remembering another person who used to offer in these situations.
"You know if is everything all right inside you?" Selina said, before beginning to sew his skin.
"I've been in similar situations, believe me" Bruce replied, leaning his head against the wall, with a slight smile on his face, despite the pain he felt while Selina was finishing. "You're good," he said, as he watched. "I've been in worst situations," Selina said, without looking at Bruce, still watching her.
Bandage over, Selina sat next to him, leaning against the wall, stretching his legs, while her gaze still walked the place: "So what you want to do now you're dead?" She said, looking up.
"I have nothing in mind yet," Bruce said as he rested a hand on the bandage, surprised at the accuracy of Selina. "But I need to leave Gotham and I know you don't think about anything else," he said, noting the curiosity of Selina with the bunker. "You've used the Clean Slate?"
Selina looked back at him "A few hours ago, and then something appearead, asking me to came here " she continued, "Needing a nurse before being able to leave the town?"
"No," he said, still staring Selina. "I need a thief, a good one, to visit a place she already knows well," he said, smiling.
"And why I would help you?" Selina said wryly, as she crossed her arms over her chest.
"Because I saved your life. Twice." Bruce replied, preparing to raise without doubts that Selina would help. "When I returned to Gotham, I went to to the mansion to collect some objects, but I didn't brought one with me." Selina watched as Bruce picked up the parts of the suit on the floor. "I left a bag with some things ready, in that room we have met. I think no one was at the mansion to take care of what is said in the will."
Bruce turned to Selina, with parts of the suit in his hands. "I would love if you seek the bag and bring it here."
"And then?" she said, raising her head to face him.
"Then ... is up to you," he said, smiling.
"Aren't you afraid that I get what is in this bag?" Selina asked.
"I trust you, Selina. You're the only person who knows I'm alive. And besides, you know better than anyone that I didn't keep money in the safe," Bruce said with a slight smile.
Selina stood. "Ok, then. I'll go there at the dawn. But that doesn't mean I'll go back" she said, responding to Bruce's smile.
"I'd rather take the risk," he said, keeping his smile.
"You asked." she said, as she returned to the platform, out of the bunker.
Enter in the Wayne manor for the second time must have been one of the easiest jobs in Selina's career. Incredibly, the house looked the same since she had come there for nearly six months, except for a broken window and door in the back of the house, where she entered.
Passing through the kitchen, Selina redid the same steps as the day she took the tray for Bruce Wayne. Entering in the room she saw him for the first time, she immediately saw the bag he had mentioned leaning on floor, next to where the safe was.
She bent down to pick it up and surprised by the weight, despite the size. She didn't cared about to look the objects inside. Just like the day that she got Bruce's fingerprints, she spent a few minutes looking over the place and thinking how during so many years he preferred to spend his time there, between memories of people who would never return.
Selina looked out the window that had jumped on another occasion, but chose to walk out the door, downstairs and exited through she had entered. She took one last look at the house, which, however much she hadn't spent too much time, but conveyed something familiar and sad to her.
If she really wanted to start a new life, eventually realized that would be her last robbery, even without any difficulty, but for a good reason, just like she used to justify the theft of those who had possessions. Made her happy to know that it probably represented the last link of pain that Bruce left behind. And she was very surprised having this kind of concern for another person.
But she still didn't knew if she really wanted to do so. While leaving the mansion, Selina passed by the three tombstones and felt something strange seeing Bruce's one. In other situations, she would find funny, but this time she thought was symbolic see the grave of someone who was alive, but that seemed dead for several years in that house. She imagined that the old Bruce lay there, along with the pain of other times. And hoped that when he flew over Gotham to save it for less than a day, he had this in mind.