A/N So sorry I haven't posted any new chapters yet, I have been so busy. I hope you enjoy this chapter, and like always, please review my story! Here is the link I used to help me generate Victoria's last name . #generator-bookmark
POV: Victoria
Setting: Bat Jet
I snuck up behind him, making sure my every move was silent as a mouse. I grabbed what I thought was a wrench from the ground and held it over my head, prepared to hit him hard. Unexpectedly he turned around and looked me straight in the eyes. I slowly lowered the wrench from over my head and set it on the ground, in an extremely awkward silence. The childish and immature part of me wanted to so badly start singing the awkward silence song, but I didn't.
"Who are you?" he muttered quietly.
I was reluctant to respond. Who was he to know my name. But eventually, I spoke,"Victoria, Victoria Perown" . There was nothing to loose, I had already exposed myself to him. Surprisingly he started talking.
"My name is Bruce, Bruce Wayne", I light flickered in my brain, a flicker of realization. I had seen his face on posters and billboards before. His plastic, fake and rich face. Then I realized once again that he had just told me his real name, not the ridiculous name he had given himself. His real name. I looked up at him, just as he was peeling away his mask. He looked down at me carefully.
"What were you doing in that factory?", he questioned me. Once more I was unsure if I should answer him. He didn't seem very trustworthy, he seemed very hidden and secretive. I couldn't look at his face any longer. His steely gaze broke my attempted silence, I answered as fiercely as I could.
"I was living in the factory. When I was there I became so close to death I could here it breathing down my neck. I had to hold on to life so hard that my knuckles went white and my lips turned blue. I had to scrounge for food. I had to learn to breathe so quietly, that it felt like I wasn't alive at all. Nothing like your life at all, I suppose".
The words had come out of my mouth so fast I almost forgot what I was talking about entirely. My voice was so striking I could tell it made a major impact on the already biting air within the jet.
POV: Bruce
Setting: Batjet
I was surprised at her answer. She had responded so intensely, so passionately. Yet her answer wasn't what had startled me, it was her name. Her last name, Perown, I happened to recognize. Her father was a former cop, who worked for Commissioner Gordon. He had been dismissed from police work after he was caught working with the villain, Bane. I had remembered Gordon talking to me about him, about how vicious he was and how he barely managed to hang onto his family and career. Yet that wasn't the weirdest thing about him; he had gone missing twelve years ago right after his daughter mysteriously died.