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Chapter 12: Reckless

As I quickly picked up the mess in the living room, I was getting ready for my date with Bruce. Alfred would be disappointed with the mess of shoes and designer bags everywhere, and not in the proper place. A rush of excitement ran through my body, I wondered what Bruce had planned for me. For the first time in years I looked forward to something. Finally, I got to be with Bruce, he was just as content as I was. Nothing was in our way at the moment, of course only the divorce to Jasper and my issue of trust with Bruce. I wanted to trust him, but a part of me felt that he needed to prove it. But yet my heart fluttered everytime I saw him, and if it was always like that, I would trust him. My conscience told me otherwise and my heart didn't want to get hurt. What is a girl like me supposed to do? It's too risky to follow my heart at the moment.

I smoothed out my cream pencil skirt, as my baby doll top swooshed with the cool breeze of the city night life as it rushed in from my open window. I intertwined the last black curl with the curling iron and decorated my hair with a small pearl barret. To my dismay, the door bell rang. Quickly I turned off the curling iron and grabbed my Minolo's and dashed toward the door.

Alfred gave me a sincere smile as I managed to open the door with one hand, while with my other I slipped on my black pumps.

"Master Wayne is as excited as you are". said Alfred as he came in. He always knew that our love for eachother was special. He was there to support us every step of the way.

"Do you know what he has planned, he knows that I am not a big fan of surprises". I replied as I grabbed my coat and detailed beaded cream clutch.

"My apologies Miss, but you will just have to wait and see". Alfred offered his arm and I gladly accepted it.

"Well let's not keep Master Wayne waiting". I let out my laugh of melodies fill the air as we walked into the street and toward the black Rolls Royce.

We arrived to Wayne manor sooner than I had expected; Alfred was not kidding. The whole ride was filled with laughter because his phone kept ringing. My heart skipped a beat when Bruce opened the door. He looked handsome as ever, his brown eyes flickering with happiness I had not seen in years.

In one swift move his arm wrapped around my waist and brought me closer to his body. His lips gently touched mine.

"You couldn't wait at least until I got into the house". I playfully hit his arm and stole a kiss from his tempting lips.

"Vi, you know what an impatient man I am. And you look gorgeous!". Bruce smirked leading me into the house, while Alfred followed behind.

Once inside, I slipped off my coat and handed it to one of the servants along with my clutch. I took in the scent of the grand palace that was Wayne manor. How I loved this place, it felt like home to me. One could get the warmth of Bruce's parents touch, the love they had in this home with their beloved son, who was now the handsome man that I absolutely adored with all my heart. Hopefully one day, one day I could call this place home.

I turned to Bruce and smiled. "So what is all the fuss about, you wanted to show me...hmm?"

"Come with me". He held out his hand to me and turned to Alfred, who gave him a nod. Of course Alfred was in on it, he was Bruce's wingman.

We walked hand in hand silently into the garden. It was just like before, how I loved it. The moon was full and the stars looked like diamonds in the sky. The endless oak trees we whisked by; twinkled with small lights, the sweet roses looked more crimson with the night sky; the way I adored them. I had not realized that the little stone pathway was covered in rose petals leading up to a small lake. By the time we arrived, there was a table for two set up by the lakes edge; that of course sparkled with the floating candles. On the left side of the table was a piano, where a pianist sat by and played our song. I wanted to cry, no one had done anything like this before for me; not even Jasper.

"Oh, Bruce you didn't have to do this". I said as I took in the breath taking scene that looked straight out of a fairy tale.

"Yes I did. You deserve this and so much more". He kissed my cheek and led me toward the ivory silk covered chair.

Once we settled in, we talked as if nothing else mattered, we were lost in our own world. We talked about many things; what I did in Paris and Italy, how I met Emily; many things I did in his absence. I dared to ask him why he left Gotham, but of course the secrets never vanished. Bruce answered briefly, not getting into full detail. I decided not to press the matter any further. It felt right for me to be here with him. I never imagined this day would come, my mind had settled on the fact that I would never see him again.

Before dinner was served, Alfred came up to Bruce and whispered something to him. Bruce nodded and turned to me with a grave expression on his face.

"Vi, an emergency has come up that I have to deal with. Will you be okay?" I could tell that he didn't want to go, but I was flaring inside. Couldn't he put it off till tomorrow, what was so urgent? But I decided to drape a veil over my anger and nodded.

"Yes, I will be fine". My response was with true grace and hidden emotion, almost resembling a duchess.

"I'm sorry, I hate leaving you like this". Bruce stood and walked over to where I was sitting. I didn't want to look at him, I couldn't face him. He cupped my face into his hands and brought me to his gaze.

"Good bye". That was all I said and put down my napkin on the table and walked away. From the corner of my eye, I could see him staring at me intently, hurt by what I had done. But when I turned back to at least kiss him good bye, he had vanished.

I retrieved my clutch to check if I had any missed calls on my phone. I had one, Jasper. He had left me a voicemail, saying that he needed to speak to me about the divorce. Since I had nothing to do, I decided to call a cab, I should have drove here myself, but I didn't plan on Bruce abandoning me for god knows what.

As I put on my coat, Alfred had come into the hall.

"Going somewhere Miss Violet?" He asked as curiosity appeared on his features.

"Yes, actually I also have unexpected buisness to tend to at this late hour". I knew it wasn't Alfred's fault but I was extremely angry with Bruce at the moment.

"I assure you that Master Wayne didn't want to leave you early". Alfred defended him, I can't understand why though.

"What is so important? Money; you know what Alfred I don't want to know. He has done this before, I can't believe I was foolish enough to believe that he would change. Why should this time be any different?" I was hurt and angry that Bruce had led me on like this. I turned to leave then, but Alfred's voice stopped me.

"Because Miss Violet, he loves you dearly. After so many years he had realized what he had lost, even then he knew. Just keep that in mind, he loves you unlike any other". I watched as Alfred turned, leaving me with chills that ran through my spine. But I was too angry to sympathize.

When I arrived to Chandlor manor, I was not surprised to see Jasper waiting for me in the living room. He needed something, I could tell by the eagerness on his face.

"Out with your lover were you? I must say, that ended quickly". Jasper smirked as he stood and walked over to me. "I knew you wouldn't be able to keep away from me." His arm wrapped around my waist as he leaned in to kiss my nape.

But I pushed away from him. "What do you want?"

"You".

"Stop it! You wanted to discuss the divorce, so here I am". I growled, I was in no mood to deal with him tonight.

Jasper walked away and swiftly moved over to the small glass table and poured himself a glass of scotch.

"Dear Vi, I will give you your freedom sooner, if you give me more money".

A part of me knew he wanted more money, and I scowled at myself for coming. I should have listened to Bruce. I had planned on giving Jasper more money, but I wasn't going to tell him; it would have been a last minute decision. I wanted him to suffer, just like I had and still do.

"That is out of the question. You set your price, Jasper". I raised my voice, surprised how it echoed out of my mouth for how petite I was.

"I take it that you don't care for your freedom at all then?' He knew that manipulating me with my so called "freedom" he would give me, will get him more money. To my dismay he was right, but I was not going to show my weakness nor give in so easily. Jasper was no match for me.

"How much do you want, or in other words, do you need?" Either way I had to ask.

"A million, no less". He simply replied as if he was going to get his hands on my money so easily. But Jasper was dead wrong. "Of course, I'm sure your lover can repay you later on".

I clenched my fists, my blood was boiling. He has the nerve to insult me and then ask me for more money! My glare bore into his, I decided to leave before I would have the urge to kill him with my bare hands, which sounds very tempting at the moment.

"I hate you, you greedy pig, that's what you are and that's what you will always be! Do you hear me!" I yelled as I slammed the door shut and stormed off into the dark night.

I walked and roamed the city like a ghost. I was hurt, ashamed, and most of all enraged. Hurt, because Bruce had left me again. Ashamed, because Alfred had said the truth and yet I was still angry. I still loved Bruce with all my being. Enraged, because Jasper called me a whore and still had the nerve to ask for money from my bank account.

It was dark and cold. I shivered as the cold air brushed against my bare shoulders. My fairy tale evening had turned into a terrible nightmare. I tried to walk fast, but my legs were giving up on me, I had walked about thirty blocks and I was completely lost.

I came up to a crosswalk, hoping to make it to the other side I walked in my heels as fast as I could, but they were delaying me more as my feet ached. Stopping on the crosswalk I took them off. But I was caught off guard that I didn't notice a car coming toward me, speeding with full velocity. The head lights blinded me, I screamed, expecting to feel the impact of the car on my body. Instead I felt a much stronger body crush against mine and whisk me away into a dark alley.

Right away my eyes locked with his dark ones hidden away by his mask. Batman had rescued me once again.

"Are you alright?" He came closer to me. I could see his eyes scan my body, I managed to see a bit of lust in them.

"No, I'm not". I snapped. Did I feel okay? Everything was crumbling around me.

His eyes became darker. "Are you always this reckless!"

Great, just what I needed, another man to make me feel like gutter. "No. Look, I didn't ask for you to save me. I never did and I sure as hell didn't want to see you!".

"Well if you weren't reckless all the time you I wouldn't have to save you, and you would not have to see me!". Batman sneered back, his anger boiling as my own.

"I am sorry to have bothered you again. Don't save me next time, that way I won't be a burden to you!". I yelled louder, my voice echoed in the night. I turned and stomped off, hoping to getaway from him.

"I am not risking you again". He had this growl in his voice that made me melt with pleasure. But I kept walking toward the street. Suddenly I felt his strong arm snake around my waist and throw me over his shoulder. I started kicking and punching his muscular back.

"Put me down, now!" I yelled the whole way as he took me to his weird car that looked like a black tank. "Stop!"

"You leave me no choice". Batman dropped me into the passenger seat and went around then smoothly sliding into the driver's seat. He started the car and through out the whole ride his eyes were fixated on the dark road ahead, not once looking at me.

The Tumbler came to a sudden hault. Batman turned to the young woman, whom he saved for the third time. She had fallen asleep from all her rage. She looked so peaceful and beautiful sleeping; a precious china doll she resembled. Her soft pale skin shined in the moonlight, her face looked angelic as her black tresses tumbled down around her shoulders. Batman got out to carry her into her home, he leaned into her, their lips almost touching. Violet stirred a bit and wrapped her arms around him.

Obviously she was still half asleep. Batman leaned in closer as he heard her whisper something.

"Bruce". Violet's eyes were still half shut when she leaned up, pressing her body against his, she kissed him. He decided to respond to her desire, that was also his. Their kiss was bitter sweet, gentle and passionate at the same time. Violet was so lost in his kiss; he was toxic. She wanted to feel him, so she ran her hands along his face; thinking it was Bruce. But her eyes flew open when she felt something hard and that did not feel like Bruce's skin at all. It was a mask. Violet remained still and realized who she had actually kissed.

"Oh my god". Violet broke away and put her hands along her lips, she pushed away from Batman in the process, leaving him alone to long for her more. He smirked knowing that she was thinking that she had kissed someone else, but she was wrong. She left without knowing that she had actually kissed her beloved Bruce. To Bruce's luck, his secret was still safe.