Bree pulled up in her silver Porchse and stopped infront of the Wayne Mansion. She climbed out and shuts the door, giving the keys to one of the men waiting. She walks up the steps, looking around. People were walking around and talking. They were all in suits and fancy dresses, holding glasses of wine and champagne. She didn't look much different, and practically blended in. She had on a nice red dress, the top hugging her figure then poofed out around her waist with black and red. Her hair was half up, half down, in curls. Her black heels clicked on the floor as she walked up the grand staircase, to Mr. Wayne's office. She slowly opens the door and shuts it quietly. She turns and sees two bookcases on the sides, and a big brown desk in the center with two fancy computers. She glances around before walking over and sitting.
She turned on the computer and was faced with a password protected system. She takes a deep breath and tapped a few keys, running a process-of-elimination before it finally beeped with the right one. She looked through the computer, most of it was about Wayne Enterprise, and other none important things. She had to dig then something finally caught her eye. Another file, but this one was also password protected. She began another process of elimination run, but someone spoke.
"Glad you're handy with a computer." A voice said from behind her. She froze, then sighs, canceling the event and shut everything off.
"But you are pretty secretive with one." She says and turns in the chair, facing Bruce.
"Would you like to dance?" he says and extends his hand.
"I have no purpose here but to get the information I want. Not to dance or to party." She says coldly. But Bruce still held out his hand. She rolls her eyes and finally gives in, standing and taking his hand.
Instead of walking back to the party, they walked to a large balconey. The voices were not as loud but the music could still be heard. Bruce wraps an arm around her waist and pulls her close, and Bree wraps an arm around her neck lightly. They began to dance slowly.
"So, what is it I need to know?" Bree whispers, not entirely sure they were alone, or if anyone wasn't watching.
"He won't be entirely sane. He developed a toxin that drives people insane. It was too late to give him an antidote, so now he's…" Bruce trailed off.
"Not himself." Bree finishes.
"Basically." He replies.
They danced for a few minutes, Bree trying to think of what to say.
"He used to be a genius you know." She mumbles. "Before he was turned it what he is now."
"Oh, I believe he was. He got around several courts and got many criminals into Arkham, claiming they were mentally unstable. Some psychologist, he was." Bruce says. Bree laughs,
"That's what he was always talking about. Trying to help people and understand the human mind. It drove him crazy. Literally." Bree said.
"Can you get me into Arkham without the police getting on my tail? All I want to do is talk to someone, not murder anyone." Bree adds.
"Possibly. I'll see what I can do." He says and smiles. Bree nods, thinking.
"Will he be… aggressive? I will use force if I have to." She says.
"Maybe, depends on if they have him in a straight jacket or not." Bruce replied.
"Well, then I better take precautions." She says and smirks slightly.
"Just don't get into too much trouble." Bruce laughs.
"Oh, I'll try my absolute hardest." She says sarcastically.
"Well, I'm just saying. Because if they do have a reason to arrest you, I can't stop them."
"I can always find a way out, Mr. Wayne." She assures him with a smirk.
They stopped after a few more minutes.
"I think you have answered all of my questions." She says, and pulls away. Bruce looks at her, seeing something in her eyes. Something lost, upset.
"Stop by any time you like, I'm sure Alfred will be thrilled to know I'm seeing someone who is female and has a desire to even talk to me." He chuckles. Bree smiles slightly, but then pushed it away.
"I'll think about it, Mr. Wayne." She says and turns, walking out, back into the office. She glances back to see Bruce facing outside, his back to her. She opens the door and walks out, back to the party. She slips into another room, it was basically another spare office. If she knew anything, Bruce wouldn't keep anything important in his actual office. It would be much too obvious. She walks to the large book case and starts pulling out books, setting them on the desk till she finally found one that wouldn't budge. She slowly pulls it, and the bookcase pushes into the wall and slides to the right.
It was a big room full of files. She walks in and looks through all of them. They were in A-B-C order. She finally gets to the one she was looking for. She slips it out and puts it under her arm. She walks back out and closes the door, putting all the books back into place silently and swiftly. She walks to a window and opens it, climbing up and jumping down. It wasn't a long fall, and she landed in a crouch, the file still under her arm. She walks back to the front and asked for some person's car. She only knew the name, and gave them a decent reason as to why she was taking it. They're so gullible, she thought.
She climbed into the car and thanked the man sweetly, then drove off quickly back to her hotel. She had to move and become invisible just long enough to read the file.
Sorry, Mr. Wayne, she thought to herself. But I even have to know your dirty little secrets.