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"Belinda, I need you to stay longer today. We have a late meeting, so I need you to stay late and take some notes," Bruce said, looking down at some papers in his hands, going into his office.

"Well, I'm sorry Mr. Wayne. I can't I have a... date tonight and I can't miss it," Lily said, filing her nails, pretending that she was uninterested.

Bruce stopped walking and turned around to look at Lily. "What? What do you mean you have a date?" he said, almost sounding like a snarl.

Lily rolled her eyes. "What it sounds like. I need to take care of some... stuff," she said shrugging. Bruce shocked her when he started laughing. "What's so funny?" she growled.

"You," he chuckled. "Do you actually think you can do whatever you want here? I am your boss," he said, menacingly. Lily huffed and continued to file her nails. "That's enough! Listen to me!" he yelled, taking the nail filer off her hands and slamming it down on the table. "You will stay until I say so, is that understood?!"

Lily's jaw tighten as she got up from her chair. "Look, Bruce, you might be my boss here in the office, but out there," she said pointing outside the window. "Out there you have no control over me whatsoever. Now, my schedule is from nine to six and there's no way that I'm going to stay one minute later. Is that understood?" she said, glaring at him. Bruce growled and yanked her lamp from her table and threw it against the wall. Lily jumped as the lamp crushed against the wall. "But what the hell in the matter with you?! Have you completely lost it?!"

"Yes because you're making me crazy."

"Me?" she said, innocently.

"Yes, you. Now what's so important about this 'date' that you can't stay," he demanded.

"I need to handle some business with Mario Costa," she said, crossing her arms.

"Costa? Why him? What business of his are you interested in because from what I hear, it's not anything that you would get involved in."

"Oh, Bruce. You don't know what I get involved in," she smirked. "And that business deal can be very important for a lot of people. I need to seal the deal."

"Oh, I see," he said, tapping his chin. "You're going to be his who..."

Lily cut him off by slapping him in the face. "Don't you dare Bruce Wayne. Don't you dare say that about me because the only whore around here is you."

Bruce grabbed the side of his face for a moment and then yanked Lily to him. "You will not go, is that clear? I don't care what business you have with him, but as long as you're in my company, you will do as I say."

Lily struggled against his arms and pushed him away. "Why do you care if I go? Unless, you're jealous that I'm going to Mario's house," she said laughing.

Bruce snorted. "I'm not. I just worry that you might get hurt. That man is with the mafia. No good is ever going to come from him."

Lily smiled. "Mr. Wayne, there's no need to worry I can handle myself. Besides I don't want Diana's jealousy attacks." Lily looked at her watch and it was already six in the evening. "Oh, look at the time. It's six! You're not the boss of me until... tomorrow. Ciao," she winked at him, grabbing her purse.

Bruce growled punching the wall. That woman is making a fool out of him, but he was going to prevent that. One way or the other, she will learn respect him.

Bruce sighed as he stared into Lily's portrait. He wished he could go into it and grab her. Hold her until she disappeared.

"Bruce, baby?" Bruce turned and saw Diana peeking in his office.

"Diana, come in," he said pulling her into his office.

"Bruce, I came here to apologize. I've always wanted to be your wife and satisfy your every need, but I... I can't, Bruce I can't."

"Diana, please, tell me what's going on. I want to know why you get all these nervous break downs and why you hate it when I touch you."

"Why I hate it?" she snarled. "I hate it because every time a man gets near me, I frigid away like I'm some kind of lost puppy. Every time I close my eyes, I can feel his disgusting hands on me!"

"Diana, w-what are you saying?"

"Bruce," she whispered. "I was raped the day of our wedding."

"What?! Why didn't you say something?! Why didn't you tell the police?!" he said angrily.

"Babe, please don't get angry. I didn't want to suffer the embarrassment. I didn't want to feel embarrassed even more by that monster," she spat. She looked into Bruce's eyes and said, "I'm sorry, Bruce. I'm sorry that I'm not woman enough for you."

"No, Diana," he said raising her chin up. "I should be apologizing not you..."

"No, Bruce, it's not your fault. You didn't know."

"Diana, tell me who did this. Who was the son of a bitch who did this to you?" he demanded. "Because I swear that I will throttle him with my bare hands."

"Calm down, baby. Don't ruin your life for a piece of trash like him. Besides, I-I didn't know who it was. He was wearing a mask and treated me like an animal," she growled.

"You need so see a psychologist, Diana," he said.

"What?! A crazy doctor?! No, no, no! I don't want anyone to find out about this. Please, don't make me go there," she said clinging to Bruce's suit. Bruce sighed. Diana was scarred and leaving her now will only make her feel worse.

"Boss, Miss Rose is here," said one of Mario's thugs. Mario smirked and told the man to let her in. Lily was shocked when she went into what she thought was a living room, but it was a bedroom instead. There were rose petals on the bed, champagne nearby and candle lights everywhere.

"What the hell is this, Mario?! This is not what I agreed on, just dinner," she said angrily.

"Please, Belinda," he said, handing her a glass of champagne. "Welcome to my palace. I want to know more about you, Beautiful. I want you to tell me all your little secrets," he whispered in her ear.

"I'll never tell you anything," she said, splashing the champagne in his face. Mario growled and threw Lily on the bed. Lily gasped as he straddled her.

"You will be mine, Belinda," he said, lustfully. "And I'm going to make you mine tonight," he said kissing her neck. Lily whimpered as he started assaulting her. She managed to push him off her and grabs a knife nearby.

"Don't you ever, EVER, put your filthy hands on me," she threaten him. "Because I swear, Mario Costa, I will kill you the next time you lay a finger on me," she growled. She gave one last look at him and ran out of Mario's house.

"That fucking bastard," growled Cynthia. "Isn't he suppose to be with Lorena?"

"Yeah, I know," said Lily rubbing her temples. "I don't understand why she's with him in the first place."

Cynthia smiled at Lily. "You know my Lily used to say that. That man fucks anything that walks," she laughed. Lily smiled back, but felt a bit awkward about sounding like her old self. She need to be more discreet, but it was making it difficult being around Cynthia. "Oh, look at you face!"

"What's wrong with it?"

"Your make up is fading. Here let me retouch it," she said, pulling her make-up out. Lily sighed as Cynthia brushed the powder on her. "You have a lovely complexion... Belinda, you have the same small mole that Lils has."

Lily gasped covering her chin with her hand. "N-No it must be a mistake," she stammered.

"But I knew Lily's face like the back of hand," she said, trying to study her face more clearly.

"N-No, Cynthia, it must be something else," she said, walking swiftly out of her apartment.

Cynthia chewed on her lip, knowing there was something going here. She eyes moved to see a picture of Belinda, Dave and her taken about a week or two ago. She then went to look of a picture of Lily and compared the two. "I need to draw this," whispered Cynthia, grabbing a piece of paper and pencil. She tried to draw Belinda with chubbier cheeks. When she was done, Cynthia dropped the paper in shock. "My Lils!"

"Sorry, I forgot my purse," said Lily, coming back inside. Lily reached for it, but her arm was caught, by Cynthia. "What? Why are you looking at me that way?"

"Lils," whispered Cynthia.

Lily's eyes widen and snatched her hand away. "What are you talking about I'm..."

"Lils, I know the truth. Belinda Rose is Lilybell Adams," she chocked out.

Lily shook her head. "No, no I'm not. I don't know where you got that crazy idea."

"Look," Cynthia said, showing her the drawing. Lily's voice got caught in her throat.

"No, Cynthia, you have the wrong person," she said, heading towards the door.

"You know what, Lils. I don't know what happened to you in London, but you're so cold-hearted now. That is not the same Lily that left here a year ago, at least not at me. Your best friend."

Lily stopped, letting go of the door knob and turned to Cynthia. "Oh, Cynthia," she whispered, feeling her eyes water. She ran to her and the two embraced each other. "I'm so sorry," she sobbed.

"Oh, Lils, all this time it was you," she said stroking her hair. "Why didn't you say anything? I missed you so much."

"Me too, Cynthia. Me too."

"But why, Lils. Why the act? Why are you so harsh and cold? What happened to my Lily?" asked Cynthia, softly.

"She was killed a year ago, Cynthia. Now I'm Belinda."

Cynthia huffed. "This is all Wayne's fault. I swear that man is lucky that I haven't killed him yet," she growled. "But, you're so full of hate. You can always make up your life with another man."

"No, Cynthia. I can't. Not until I'm done with my revenge. I have to see Bruce destroyed and crawling back for forgiveness."

"I swear, Gordon," said Derek, pacing in his office. "I'm going to capture Batman if it's the last thing I'll do. I mean can you imagine this man not only did he catch criminal, which was fine, but now he's resorting to robbing. Who would have guessed that from him," he said angrily.

"Hm, but this man, whoever he is, has to be a cop," said Gordon, going over some papers.

"Why would you think that?" asked Derek.

"Well think about. Batman leaves no finger prints and the crime scenes are very clean, plus he always manages to capture some crook while he's at it."

Derek thought about what Gordon said. He was right, but why would a cop do such a thing? Most of Gotham's cops were corrupted and Batman robs for the poor, so who could be this mysterious person? He had to find a way to get this man because more and more people are dying with all these Joker attacks. This as to end now before it's too late.

The next day

Lily grumbled to herself as she drove to Bruce's house. He left early to go out with Diana and it was irresponsible of him that he left his briefcase at his office. She didn't want to do it, but at least he lived next to her.

She pulled over on the driveway, got out of the car, and knocked on the front door. She smiled as Alfred opened the door as usual.

"Good evening, Miss Rose," he greeted, winking at her.

Lily laughed. "Hello, Alfred. And call me Belinda," she winked back, coming inside. "I have to return this to Bruce. He left it at his office," she said, coldly.

"Ah, yes! I'll call him now. You can wait in the living room," he said leaving the room.

"No, wait. Can't you give... Never mind," she sighed. She looked around and it still looked the same. She had a warm feeling every time she stepped into this house, but felt painful memories here too.

She started walking around and soon found herself in front of her old bedroom.

"This will be ours and only ours to share, Beautiful. I'll make passionate love to you and you will always be mine as I am yours," Bruce had said.

Lily sighed opening the door and just like the rest of the house, it was in perfect order. She walked towards the bed, tracing the sheets with her hands and then brushing her hands against the shirt on the bed. She picked it up and smelled it. It was Bruce's cologne. It intoxicated her now just like it did a year ago.

"What are you doing here?"

Lily gasped, hiding the shirt behind her. "I was..."

"No one is allowed to be here, but me," growled Bruce. "This is private to me."

Lily's mouth widen and threw the shirt at his face. "How dare you say that? After what you did to Lily and you still have the nerve to act like you care about her."

Bruce grabbed her by the arm, harshly. "I don't act. I loved and still love her with all my heart. This thing in me," he said, pointing at his chest. "This aches everyday that I'm away from her."

"You're a liar. You don't love anyone except yourself. You're nothing but a player. I don't know what Lily ever saw in you."

"That's not true. I love Lily."

"You're nothing but a low life piece of..." Lily was interrupted, but Bruce's lips. Her eyes widen in surprise and started struggling against him. Lily pushed him back, giving her room to breath. "Well, what the hell do you think you're doing?! You think you can kiss me because all the girls are helplessly in love with you?! Well, you are sadly mistaken."

Bruce smirked and pushed her on the bed, straddling her. "I think otherwise, Belinda. You're yearning for me. I see it in your eyes. I see how you want me," he said lustfully, kissing her again. "I'll show you how to satisfy a woman. You love my touch. My kisses and even behind that ice cold heart of yours, I'll make you yearn for more of me."

"I will not. I will never respond to you," she protested, trying to push him back, but kept his grip hold.

Bruce smirked. "It's not necessary. Your body is already doing that for you," he said, kissing her neck. "You drive me crazy, Belinda."

Bruce kissed her again, but more forceful this time, full of desire. Lily sighed into the kiss and kissed him back with the same force and desire, grasping his hair.

"Bruce!" yelled Diana through the mansion.

Lily gasped breaking their kiss. Bruce got off her and fixed himself, not being able to look at her. Lily did the same thing, blushing while at it. Bruce glanced at her blushing face, making him think about Lily and how she blushed whenever he was around.

"Bruce, why is this door locked?! Open this door immediately!" yelled Diana.

Lily laughed. "What's the matter, Bruce? Are you afraid of your wife. You were so manly a moment ago, what happened?" she teased.

Bruce glared at her. "No, Belinda, it's not true."

Lily's eyes widen when he reached for the door and unlocked it. Diana came in with the same surprised face that Lily had.

"But what in world is going here?! Why is she here?!"

"Tell her, Bruce. Tell her the truth," Lily encouraged.

"Fine, I will. Diana was kissing Belinda and if you hadn't come, I would be making love to her."

"What?! Bruce," she whispered. "How could... No! No more! I've had it Bruce. I'm sick and tiered of this crap! I'm leaving!" she yelled, running out of the room.

Bruce sighed. He screwed up big time. He heard Lily giggle behind him. "Oh, you're happy, aren't you? You're finally satisfied that my wife is leaving?"

No, Bruce. I'm not going to be satisfied until I see you beg and plead for forgiveness, she thought.

Bruce looked around Lily's room, feeling horrible what he did earlier. "I'm sorry, Beautiful. I was about to make love to another woman in our bed that wasn't you. But why? Why am I attracted to this woman? She's so cold and she's a bitch with me. So what does this woman have that attracts me to her?"

The next day

"Mommy," sobbed Diana.

"Baby, what happened? Why are you crying?" asked Candice, taking the luggage out of Diana's hands and sitting her on the couch.

"It's over, mom. My marriage with Bruce is over," she said, crying on her mother's shoulder.

"What? But, you two just got married! You have to at least try to make it work."

"I can't satisfy him, mom. That's why he goes after other women."

"What do you mean you can't satisfy him?"

"Mom, the day of our wedding. I was late because I was being raped by a man," said Diana, tearfully. "I can never be with a man ever again. I can't even stand it when Bruce touches me. I'll always be traumatized."

"What do you mean you'll always be traumatized, Didi?" Diana gasped seeing her father behind her. "Didi, I demand you tell me what happened to you," said Adrian.

"Daddy, I was raped. I was raped by some fucking asshole," growled Diana, sadly.

Adrian didn't know what happened to him, but he grabbed the nearest thing to him and smashed it against the wall. "My baby raped?! Oh God, it's all my fault," he said, crying. "I should have been with you."

"No, daddy. It's not you're fault," Diana said, trying to comfort Adrian.

"Yes, Adrian. What Diana needs now is love, especially from us," said Candice, crying, as well.

"No! What we need is justice! I swear Didi, I'm going to kill the man who did this. Who was it? Why didn't you tell the police?"

No, I can't tell them. Mario will for sure kill my parents if they find out it was him, she thought. "I-I don't know. The man was wearing a ski mask, so I couldn't see his face."

"Does Bruce know?" asked Adrian.

"Yes, he knows," she whispered.

"What's the matter?"

"Dad, me and Bruce and divorcing," she said, whispering.

"What?! Damn, what the hell can happen next?"

HOPE YOU LIKED THIS CHAPTER! THANKS FOR READING AND PLEASE REVIEW!

PS - I'M SORRY, BUT I'M GOING HAVE TO BUT "LOVE IS A STRANGE THING" ON HOLD UNTIL I'M DONE WITH THIS STORY, WHICH WILL BE IN NO MORE THAN TEN CHAPTERS. I KNOW IT SOUNDS LONG, BUT I'M GOING TO EXTEND MY CHAPTERS A LOT, SO IT'LL BE ABOUT TWO TO THREE CHAPTERS IN ONE, BUT MOST LIKELY IT'LL BE JUSR TWO. I'M SORRY THAT IT'S TOO MUCH DRAMA, BUT HOPEFULLY YOU GUYS STICK AROUND AND CONTINUE TO READ IT!