Chapter Seven
"And here you go, your present," I said handing my carefully wrapped box to Jonathan. The party was done and it was only the two of us left at my bakery.
"I really should be the one giving you the present," said Jonathan ripping through the paper.
"Yea, but I finished this yesterday so I didn't know the outcome of the competition yet anyway," I said with a shrug. I watched as he opened the box and took out its contents.
"You made this?" he asked looking up at me.
"Yes. I am an amateur sewer, I only really do it for Halloween costumes," I replied.
"Well this is perfect. Small enough to fit in my brief case, yet scary enough."
"Like we wanted. Well go ahead put it on. You need to make sure it fits," I said. He carefully removed his glasses and I had to catch myself before sighing at his magnificent blue eyes. He placed the mask over his head and turned to me.
"Ah! Scary," I yelled pretending to be scared. He just shook his masked head and walked over to the bathroom to look at it in the mirror. I followed of course.
"Yes, this will work just nicely," he said before taking the mask off and looking down at me. I made eye contact and smirked up at him.
"Good because I slaved over it," I joked before leaving the bathroom and going to the back to get my stuff.
"Ready to head home?" he asked while putting the mask safely inside his briefcase.
"Yea, I need some well deserved sleep," I said while slinging my messenger bag over my shoulder and grabbing my keys. We left the bakery, after I locked up, and began to walk to the train station. It wasn't too late, but still late enough to creep you out in Gotham. Jonathan wasn't phased by anything, you wouldn't expect it too he's the director of Arkham Asylum. We caught a train that would take us to the station near our building.
"I thought you had a car," I said looking at Jonathan after staring out the train window.
"I do but I decided to take the train," he said. We were silent the rest of the way and made it up to our apartments.
"Well have fun tomorrow with your mask." I said turning to him after I opened my door.
"I will and I think I know just who to use it on," he said staring down at his briefcase.
"Oh? Do tell?" I asked interested.
"I can't," he said looking at me.
"Right, doctor patient confidentiality," I said, "well good luck, and thanks again for coming today."
"And congratulations," he said. I turned and entered my apartment and closed the door. I was too tired to do anything so I hit the sack.
The next day I got up pretty early, earlier then usual. I took a quick shower and ate breakfast. With nothing else to do I headed to my shop and just sat in there and baked a few things. I was pulling some cookies out of the oven when I hear a knock on the front door. I saw Rachel standing there and let her in.
"Hey," I said confused as to why she was here early.
"Why are you here so early?" she asked.
"I could ask you the same thing," I said heading to the back while she followed.
"I have to head into work early because of what happened last night," she said taking her scarf off as she entered the hot kitchen.
"What happened last night?" I asked taking a bite of one of my cookies.
"You really need to read newspapers. Here keep it, can I get a croissant to go?" she asked fanning herself a bit.
"Yea just head out front and I'll get one for you," I said and took my apron off before heading out to the front as well and putting a croissant in the oven.
"You won!?" she exclaimed as she saw the check hanging up.
"Yes I did," I said smiling at her excitement.
"Congratulations, would you do it again?" she asked.
"Don't know, probably. I had fun," I said pulling the croissant out and putting it in a paper bag. I handed it too her and she gave me the correct amount in change.
"Well I have to head to work. It's going to be crazy today," she said smiling at me before she left. I sighed and went back to the, well, back. I put another sheet of cookies in and looked at the newspaper. On the front was a picture of Carmine Falcone strapped down to a search light. The headline read 'Bat Serves Up Crime Boss. EXPOSED: Police get Drugs Ring Tip Off', and personally I didn't care. I don't really bother with news, the only way this impacted me was that my best friend was happy all her work in trying to get Falcone behind bars is coming to a great end.
I read on ad thought about all I knew about Falcone and his men. Majority took an insanity plea so no doubt his turn was coming soon. This guy was mysterious, smart, and very good looking; a woman's dream. The only fault was that he worked a lot, but then again, so do I. As my thoughts drifted off to my neighbour my oven timer went off as if to bring me back to reality.
I shook my head to get rid of these thoughts as I pulled my cookies out of the oven and put a few more trays in and set the timer.
What did interest me though was this bat-man. Clearly a few screws are loose in his head for dressing up like a bat and fighting crime, but it could definitely do Gotham some good; if not then he will help make our city probably the second strangest in the country (after San Francisco, of course).
Bored, I put some music on and continued to work, forgetting about all the other things. The day went by slowly but I was cheered up when I got a call from Rachel.
"I'm celebrating tonight, and you are coming to dinner with me tonight. Wear something fancy, we are going to dine at that restaurant at the hotel on Main Street. See you tonight," she said in one breath.
"Um, okay see you tonight," I said and we hung up.
I left work early to get ready. I dug in my closet for my only fancy dress. It was a simple strapless black dress that had a tight bodice and a flared A-line skirt. I put my hair in a bun, a bit of make up, and threw on a pair of earrings to go with it. Now came the shoes. I have many shoes, but most of them are boots. I really had to rummage in my closet before I found the black, high heeled sandals I wore to a wedding one time. I slipped into those, grabbed my purse and headed out.
Right as I left my apartment Jonathan had left his.
"Hello," I greeted as I turned to lock my door.
"Have a date?" he asked looking me over.
"Celebrating with my friend, She had a really good day at work," I said.
"Well you like beautiful," he said. I couldn't help but smile a bit.
"Thank you. Where are you headed?" I asked as we both walked down the steps of our complex.
"Work. Falcone slit his wrists looking for the insanity plea," he said.
"Figures," I said as we stepped down the last step.
"Well have fun," he said.
"Thanks, and good luck with Falcone," I said. He nodded and we went our separate ways. I arrived at the hotel first and was escorted to my seat. I sat there sipping on my water, waiting, when finally Rachel arrived.
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A/N: I can honestly say I am sorry for not updating since last year. Things just got really busy for me and (insert ten thousand excuses here). Either way I have made it my New Years resolution to finish this story (and to have a date for senior ball) so it will be finished before the year is up.
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-Charlotte