1 week later
I sit in my living room watching the news, trying to keep my mind off what had happened to me a week before. After I blacked out from the needle I woke up in my room on my bed, turns out me and the others were missing for 24 hours before me and the other 4 were allowed to leave. The 4 others had immediately gone to the police while I just kind hid in my house for a full week, Luckily for me I still had some vacation time to use. But because they had gone to the police they know that I haven't gone to them, that's the reason I'm even watching the news, I never did because all the news does in Gotham is tell you how many people have died and which inmates have escaped within the last hour or they are talking about Bruce Wayne. So now everyone is looking for the mysterious woman named Chelsea, some think that the riddler still has me due to my amazing riddle solving skills, some think I was killed for making a fool out of the riddler and some people think that I'm hiding, the last group seems to be the smallest but the smartest.
I rub my eyes the bright lights now emitting from my T.V that breaks my thought process, I look up to Batman taking the riddler in a police car while some police officers leading the other 5 people I was stuck with in different ambulances. I turn the T.V off mute so I can hear Vicki Vale, "-As you can see Batman has once again upper handed the riddler and save the victims from the riddler's death trap, it seems though that there is still one victim missing from the group the the riddler kidnapped. Her name is Chelsea, from what some of the victims have said she has brown hair, blue eyes, skinny and is average height. They also said that she had answered all of the riddler's riddles and had saved all of there lives, they went on to say that she wasn't present in the second test leading us to think she was either killed or has been let go and has decided not to go to the police. Commissioner Gorden-"
I turn off the T.V and rub my eyes due to the stress of this situation, why didn't I just go to the police? It would have made everything easier! But no I just had to freeze every time I tried to leave the apartment, after what happened I now have a new fear of going out on the streets where I can get kidnapped at any time. I high pitch meow breaks my thoughts making me to look down at my two cats, who are both rubbing against my legs making me groan out of laziness of not wanting to get up, "What do you want with my life?" I ask them. They both just look up at me blankly before resuming their meowing and rubbing of the legs, I sigh before I stand up making them both run towards their food dish. I walk towards it with a sudden feeling of being watched but I ignore at due to both of cats are looking at me now.
I grab the cat food bag to then realize that it was completely empty, I look down at them to see them looking at me in such a way that it makes me think they are saying Why are you still standing there? I want food! Get me food! I groan and stomp over to my shoes and quickly put them on then my jacket which already has both my keys and wallet which have been in it from my many attempts of leaving the apartment. I stop in front of the door and feel myself shaking slightly from fear of going outside, "Come on Chelsea, don't be a chicken, you've seen an extensive amount of blood, bones poking out of people. Are you really gonna let this scare you? Don't let Gotham get to you, it was your decision to move here instead of metropolis. Just open the door and buy cat food and some groceries, you got this!"
I open the door from my little prep talk to immediately bump into a man, I fall to the ground hurting my ass and making me swear quietly under my breath, "I'm so sorry I bumped into you I didn't know you were out here, are you okay?" I ask with a slight blush knowing fully well he probably heard my little prep talk before I ran out like a crazy woman, "Are you Chelsea Thorns?" A very deep, raspy voice invades my ears making me panic and look up and see batman basically glaring at me.
I whimper and back up in fear making me bump into my now closed door, "I-I am, what did I do? I've been locked up in my apartment for entire week, so whatever you think I did, I didn't do it." I ramble on making his glare lessen a bit. He opens my door making me fall onto the floor once again making me glare at him and stand up, he walks past me into my living room making both of my cats hiss and run into my room, "Why didn't you go to the police?" I blush again embarrassed to tell him the truth to my stupid decisions, I take a deep breath, "W-well you see I uh wanted to but I was kinda uh... afraid" I whisper the last part due to his sudden glare intensifying as I talked.
He nods his head accepting my answer, "I understand but you have to go to the police, or they are going to come here and they won't accept your answer as much as I am." I nod my head but something tells me he didn't understand why I was afraid, "I was just about to actually, but uh as you can see that didn't work out like I expected it to." He doesn't do anything this time but look around my apartment just as I open my mouth to speak he beats me to it, "I'll go to the police actually, be safe." And with that said he leaves my apartment as swiftly as he entered.
Bruce's point of view
I leave her room quickly and go to the top of her building to talk to Alfred, as I get on the roof I look around to make sure no one was her before I lock the roof's door, "Alfred I just found the missing victim, she has been hiding in her apartment for the last week or so since the riddler let her go." I tell Alfred, "Hello sir, that's very though isn't it? But why does it sound like your not happy about this?" Damn he has always been able to read me like a book, I didn't want to tell him this but it seems like I have no choice now.
"Before I came here I had gone to talk to the riddler about her whereabouts and when I told him he seemed a bit panicked that she hadn't been found yet. I have a feeling that he has plans for her," I say.
"Well sir, she did answer all of his riddles and from what the other victims said some of the riddles were very hard, he might want to send her to more rooms to see how smart she really is." He says
"I know Alfred, what concerns me the most is how she reacted to me, from the reports the other victims said that she didn't look fearful a all, she actually looked calm yet when I meet her she was a nervous wreck. Why was she more scared of me then a murderer like the riddler?"
I hear Alfred sigh, "I do not know sir, are you going to come home soon? You haven't been sleeping very well lately, it's not healthy." I sigh and instead of answering I turn off the communication device, I know he is going to be angry about it later but I don't want to start another argument about something this trivial. I think back to the woman downstairs, she was anything then average in looks alone, she had shoulder length brown hair, her eyes were a stunning blue-green color, a t-shirt saying "too lazy too do anything" and some pajama pants that hand snowman on it even though Christmas was 3 months ago.
But the way she looked when she saw me was something I've never seen before, usually if I make a surprise visit to a citizen they thank me for helping them or helping all of Gotham, they look happy and some even honored to be able to talk to me, she looked at me like I was one of the super villains, she looked like she had something to hid.
I shake my head to get rid of those thoughts, maybe Alfred was right about sleep if I'm really considering that she has something to hid, she was probably still shaken up about the fact she had gotten kidnapped a week ago. I need to stop hanging around super villains.
Sorry for the short chapter but I just want to say that next chapter I'm going to be trying to use another type of perspective, if you don't like it tell me in the comments of that chapter that is soon to come. I hope you have a great day/night!
