Chapter 18: Warning

Later that night, when I arrived to Wayne manor, it was all calm and dark. Alfred must be sleeping, but there were no signs of Bruce. I was too tired to even acknowledge the fact that it was very late, or to wonder where he could be at this hour. I was also confused about the people from Volterra, especially Lilly. She was absolutely stunning, but I had never encountered a woman like her. I shook my head, I would never see her again so there was no point in worrying about her. My mind was in a drift, I was not going to get any sleep tonight.

I headed to my room, quickly getting out of my dress and into a nice silky night gown. I got into bed, pulling the covers to my waist. I took a glance out the window, the bat signal was still shining brightly. As much as I wanted to forget him, I couldn't, it was not an easy task. What terrified me was that I really, and I mean really wanted to see him again. But no, I was not going to give into my ridiculous lust, absolutely not.

After a while my restless mind came to ease and soon enough I drifted off to sleep.

Morning came too soon to my dismay, but I had to get up. Hopefully Alfred had breakfast ready. Quickly I jumped in the shower, brushed my teeth and threw on a pair of jeans and a purple baby doll top and slid on a pair of black pumps. Oddly enough I felt very energetic and content this morning. I went into the kitchen to find Alfred. He was already there getting breakfast ready. He smiled when he saw me sit on the island in the middle of the kitchen.

"Good morning Miss Violet." Alfred greeted cheerfully.

"Good morning Alfred." I smiled back at him and took a sip of coffee. "Is Bruce up yet?" Why was I even asking?

"No, not yet. But he should be, he has a meeting in an hour." Alfred glanced at the clock as he placed two french toasts on a plate for me.

"I'll wake him up after I eat. He deserves a little more sleep, he has been working hard." I cut a small piece and ate it.

"Good luck." We both laughed and settled in. I glanced to my left to grab the tabloid magazine; Gotham Weekly. My heart stopped when I saw the front page headline.

Bruce Wayne and Violet Montgomery hit it off!

Quickly I get up from the stool and headed straight to Bruce's room. I was beyond outraged! We didn't show any affection toward eachother. Sure we mingled together but what else are you supposed to do at a party! As outrageous as the story was about us "hooking up," it was true.

Without hesitation I burst through the doors of his bedroom. To my surprise, he was already up doing his morning push ups. He looked at me and jumped up to his feet to meet my gaze. My train of thought was lost when my eyes fell on his well toned torso.

"Are you alright?" Bruce asked with a smirk on his face when he noticed me gawking at his perfectly sculpted chest.

I shook my head and met his eyes. "No, I'm not." I slammed the tabloid magazine on his bed. Bruce gave me a confused look then picked up the magazine. He briefly skimmed through "our" article.

A few minutes later he looked up. "They are not lying Vi."

I let out a frustrated scream. "Oh my god Bruce! They know, the entire city now knows!"

Bruce came closer to me and encircled his strong arm around my waist. "What's wrong with that? Honestly I am glad everyone knows, I don't have to keep you locked up here at Wayne manor."

"No that's not the point! The point is that everyone knows, it is not safe for you."

"What are you talking about?" Bruce let go of me.

"Jasper can get to you, he is a part of the mob. He will try to find some way to get to me, I know him all to well." My eyes began to sting. This was the reason why I wanted to keep our relationship a secret.

"Jasper wouldn't do anything, trust me, he fears me." Bruce reassured me.

"But-" I began to protest but Bruce stopped me.

"But nothing. You have nothing to worry about. And about this tabloid problem, we will prove them right." Bruce slipped on his dark blue robe as he spoek confidently.

"How?" I rose my brow.

"Tonight. You and I will go to dinner at the Metropolitan hotel." He smirked as he embraced my waist and kissed my cheek.

"You know that your "Billionaire playboy" reputation will be tarnished." I smiled back at him, cupping his face into my hands.

"I guess I will have to erase all those french models numbers off my cell phone." He kissed my lips softly and led me out the door.

I glanced at the clock in my room. I was already running late for my dinner with Bruce. We had agreed to meet there; he was still working late at Wayne Enterprises. But I was sure that Alfred would get me there right away. At first I was skeptical about proving these people right because they would make up the most ridiculous stories. I can already imagine what the story would be next week; Bruce was seen with a french model. They would find ways to tarnish us just for entertainment. But none of these stories would keep us away from eachother.

As I took the last roller of my hair and slipped on my dark emerald heels, I took one last glance in the mirror and I was satisfied.

"Ready Miss Violet?" Alfred asked as he stood by the doorway.

"Yep. Has he called?" I turned and grabbed my clutch as I headed out the door.

"No, he has not. But he will soon, so its best we beat him to the punch." Alfred opened the door of the Rolls for me and gave me a reassuring smile.

Alfred managed to get me to the Metropolitan hotel in no time. And the cameras were in full flash when I stepped out of the car. Questions were swarming everywhere.

"Miss Montgomery are you meeting with Bruce Wayne tonight?" One of the people asked.

"Miss Montgomery were you having an affair with Mr.Wayne while still being married to Jasper Chandler?" Another nosy rude person asked. But I ignored all those questions and just flashed them my sweet smile as I entered and headed toward a table.

I was glad to have been seated in a private area. Now all I have to do is wait for Bruce.

Forty five minutes later and Bruce was still not here. His meeting was probably running late. I sat there and read the desert menu three times. I didn't want to call, maybe that would interrupt and make me seem persistent. Plus, I was trying to be patient, this is our second chance I don't wish to ruin it. I glanced out the window to see the bat signal on. I sighed and resumed reading the menu. As I read, I felt a hand brush against my shoulder. I smirked already knowing who it was. Or so I thought until Harvey took a seat in front of me.

"Well what a coincidence, I didn't expect to see you here." Harvey said cheerfully, waving for a wiater to come to the table.

"Yes sir?" The waiter asked politely.

"Bring a bottle of white wine, please." The waiter nodded and left. Harvey turned his attention to me.

"I didn't ask for you to order wine and who said you would be having dinner with me?' I accused harshly. I was in no mood to play mind games.

"I thought you had accepted my dinner invitation." He said defensively.

"Um...no, I am meeting Bruce here, that is why I am sitting here." I shot back.

"But he is not here." Harvey was not going to give in.

"He will be here soon." Just as I said that my phone rang; it was Bruce. I turned away so Harvey wouldn't hear. "Hey, where are you? I have been waiting for forty five minutes."

"I know, I'm really sorry something came up and I won't be able to make it." I heard regret coming from the other line. He really wanted to be with me, but I was already disappointed.

"That's fine, I'll see you later." I said, trying hard not to yell at him.

"Vi, I'm really sorry. I love you." I melted as he said that softly.

"I know, which makes it harder. Bye." I hung up the phone before he could say another word. I turned to Harvey, plastering a smile on my face.

"Do you still want me to leave, or can I join you?" He knew exactly who I had finished talking to.

"Fine." I sighed. Maybe this wouldn't hurt, giving him a chance to become a friend. Maybe he can be the only person I could talk to besides Bruce. Maybe he can rid me of my anger and hurt at this very moment.

A black Mercedes circled around the Metropolitan Hotel. Jasper sat in the back seat, making sure that everything would go well. He pulled out his binoculars from a small compartment. He wanted to get a view of who will be killed in the bombing. Jasper was working for another criminal, but he didn't know who the boss was. Jasper's eyes scanned around until his eyes fell on Violet. All of sudden terror ran through his body.

"No, stop the car! We can't do this, there are innocent people in there!" Jasper had never wanted to kill Violet, he just wanted to torment her. As sick as he was, he still held a soft spot for her.

"Since when do you care? Either way we can't do that, the boss will be pissed if we do that. Besides the bomb is ready and set. It's too late." replied one of the goons.

Jasper sat back and ran his hand through his hair in frustration. There was nothing left to do, it was set. The Metropolitan Hotel was to blow up with all those unlucky souls in it.

Batman managed to get into the hotel to find where the bomb had been planted. He found the bomb in the basement hidden beneath the heater. The time on the bomb was fifty seconds. There was no way to disable it, he became frustrated, there was nothing left to do but engage the fire alarm for the people to get out as quickly as possible. Batman knew for a fact that Violet was in the restaurant along with everyone else.

Batman sighed in frustration and engaged the fire alarm, hoping that Violet comes out on time.

To my surprise, I was having a good time with Harvey. For a few hours he made me forget about everything else. I slowly began to trust him.

Without warning, the fire alarm went on and people were running out screaming. Harvey quickly took my hand and led me to the exit.

It was all a blur. People were going to find all directions trying to find a way out. Harvey's hand was slipping from my grip. I couldn't understand what was happening, amongst all the chaos I heard people screaming that there was a fire, others said there was a shooter running loose, while others yelled there was a bomb set in the basement, but I could never know for sure because I lost Harvey's grip and fell to the floor uncoscious.

When Harvey made it out, he looked around the crowd of people for Violet, but she was no where in sight. He ran to the nearest window to see if she was still there. He was right; there, in the middle of the foyer was Violet's slender unconscience body on the marble floor. Harvey spotted the GCPD as well as Leutinant Gordon. Harvey pushed his way through the sea of people who were going insane with all the chaos, some where wondering where Batman was.

"Gordon!" yelled Harvey.

Gordon spun around as he heard his name. "Yea, who's asking?"

"It's me Harvey Dent. Listen, Violet Montgomery is trapped inside you need to send someone in to get her out." Harvey was now in panic mode.

"The place is locked down there is no way to get her out on time." replied Gordon as he looked around the crowd of police, people, and swat team.

"There has to be a way to get her out!" Harvey thrusted his arms in the air in frustration.

Like the bat signal, Batman appeared instantly and broke into the hotel.

"That's the only way." said Gordon as he pointed to where Batman had found a way in.

Batman ran to Violet's side and took her weak body into his arms. He had five seconds to get out and the clock was ticking quickly; all the exists were blocked. He took out his grapel gun and shot it upward and escaped through the highest window, sending pieces of glass to shadder all over the street. As soon as he swung out into the night sky with Violet in his arms, the Metropolitan Hotel exploded.

Batman got away from sight and headed toward Wayne manor.

"Master Bruce, what happened?" Alfred rushed to him as he gently laid Violet on the table.

"The Metropolitan hotel exploded. She might have a concussion, do whatever you have to do to wake her."

"Yes, sir. Do you know who was behind this?" asked Alfred as he carefully examined Violet.

"I don't know, but I'm going back to see if I can find any clues."

Batman returned to the scene of the crime. The once grand hotel of Gotham city was gone, it was all in ruins. Who could have done this? Only one way to find out.

"Gordon do you have any leads on who planted the bomb?" Batman looked down at the rubble to see if there was any clues.

Gordon buried his hand into his breast pocket of his coat. "We did find this."

Batman took the small plastic bag and examined it. Inside was a thin paper poker card, he turned to see what was on the other side of the card...a joker.

A/N: Well there you have it. I assume you can guess who the card belonged to. ahaha! Sorry again for taking long to update, school is getting crazy and it will be the entire month. Next week I have a dance recital and testing so I will try to sneak in some writing. I hope this twist encourages for more reviews? Please? Thanks to those who take the time to review, "DazzledInDarkness and JazzTrumpet," please continue to do so for it makes my day and motivates me.

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