The sunlight hitting Adriana's eyelids woke her. As she opened her eyes slowly, she saw an arm removing the trash can from the table in front of the the window, which allowed a very thin ray of sunlight to pass and hit her face. Feeling herself moving in slow motion, one her her hands slid along the mattress and up to her face to cover her eyes. She was laying on her stomach with the side of her face against a pillow.

"I apologize for waking you," she heard a voice say. Her head was throbbing, and his voice sounded very loud.

"Where am I?" she asked and sat up with great difficulty.

"You are at-" she heard the man say and then he stopped speaking. She rubbed her eyes until she could stop squinting and saw the older well-dressed man in front of her staring up at the ceiling. "The residence of Mr. Bruce Wayne."

"Oh..." Adriana said, not remembering coming to Bruce's penthouse at all. "Is he here?"

"Mr. Wayne left for work," the man said, still looking upwards at the ceiling.

Adriana thought it was strange that he was staring at the ceiling and then she realized that the blankets were down around her hips and her entire upper body was exposed. Quickly, she grabbed the pillow behind her and held it over her chest.

"I'm sorry..." she said and he finally looked at her. "I'm just...a bit hungover."

"Not to worry," he said. "Mr. Wayne has filled me in."

"I'm..Adriana Navarro," she spoke, her own voice making her head throb even more. But she wanted to be polite. "Bruce's..friend."

"Yes," he told her. "I have heard a great deal about you. My name is Alfred Pennyworth, I work for Mr. Wayne."

"Oh.." Adriana smiled back.

"Can I get you anything, Ms. Navarro?" he asked politely, in his charming accent.

"Um...something for headaches if you have it..."

"Right away," he said before leaving.

Adriana hated that she couldn't remember anything. All she knew was that she was naked and in Bruce's bed and had come over drunk. She remembered tequila and a cab...

Part of her was concerned that she and Bruce had slept together and that she had forgotten it all. But an even bigger part of her was worried that maybe she had told him too much. Too much about Shade..the Joker..Mateo...

Alfred returned with two pills and a glass of water on a tray for her.

"Thanks.." she said before taking the pills with one hand still holding the pillow over herself. "What's that?"

"Mr. Wayne thought you may need something to wear," Alfred answered, noticing Adriana looking at a set of shopping bags and boxes on a chair in the room.

"Right.." Adriana said, vaguely remembering the chill on the air as she stepped into the cab in nothing but a robe and slippers.

Through the window, Adriana could see that is was snowing heavily. The sky was extremely bright but the snow was coming down hard.

"Ahh..yes, and the blizzard has begun," Alfred said.

"Yes," Adriana said, trying to scan Alfred's memories..

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"Would you mind? I need to go in to work and she had far too much to drink last night," Bruce told Alfred. "Just make sure she's okay."

"Of course, Mr. Wayne," Alfred said while pouring coffee. "Pleased to finally meet her."

"She will be hungover," Bruce sighed. "I got her to sip water about every 30 minutes last night, so she should be okay on hydration."

"So you didn't sleep," Alfred observed. "Would you like an espresso as well?"

"That would be great," Bruce said. "I'm having a some clothing delivered for her to wear back home as well."

"To wear, sir?" Alfred asked.

"She..." Bruce struggled talking to Alfred. "Wasn't wearing anything but a robe last night."

"I see," Alfred said kindly. "Well, the storm will be hitting us any moment so of course a robe won't do for her return trip."

"Yes," Bruce said, rubbing his shoulder. "I will also have a driver take her home, when she's ready. You can call Piero, he'll be expecting it."

"Yes, Master Bruce, understood," Alfred said with a smile.

"Why are you smiling?" Bruce asked.

"You like this one a lot," Alfred said. "I can tell."

"By my stress lines that I'm probably getting in my forehead?" Bruce asked.

"Precisely," Alfred smiled.

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"Also, Mr. Wayne has a driver ready whenever you would like to return home," Alfred said. "No rush at all, you can stay as long as you like but he wanted me to let you know in case you have anywhere to be."

"I don't," Adriana said and relaxed. Bruce seemed worried in Alfred's memories but not as worried as he would have been if she would have told him the whole truth. She was also quite certain they didn't sleep together.

"Very well," Alfred said with a smile and closed the enormous dark curtains over the windows.

"Thanks," Adriana said and laid back down, quickly falling asleep again.

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The sound of the shower going woke Adriana later. She sat up in the bed and looked around the dark room, the smell of food turning her stomach slightly. After tossing on her satin robe, she turned on the lamp beside the bed and walked over to the bags of clothes and lifted a pair of jeans, a long sleeved white sweater, a bra..size 32 C..an Hermes belt..

"You're awake," Bruce said from the bathroom doorway. "I hope I wasn't too loud. I was just about to take a shower."

"No..not at all," she said as he came out with a towel around his hips, skin and hair still dry. "How did you know my bra size?"

"Oh," Bruce laughed. "I guess I've developed a good eye for that sort of thing."

"Of course," she smiled. "I really should brush my teeth."

"There's a toothbrush for you," he said as she walked past him into the bathroom.

"You have thought of everything," she said and lifted the toothbrush that was still in its packaging.

"I surely hope so," he said as she unwrapped the toothbrush and picked up the toothpaste.

"I should probably have a shower too," she said before starting to brush her teeth.

"I'll be quick," he said and kissed her on the cheek.

The bathroom was enormous enough that he had to walk into a separate room entirely to access the shower. To her left was another small room with a sauna. Once she finished brushing her teeth, she examined Bruce's thoughts as he showered.

She was absolutely mortified at her behavior. Bringing up one of Bruce's past lovers that he didn't even remember was the worst of it. She had vomited blue..showed up without paying the cab driver..comparing herself to Shade..She was horrified. But at the very least she didn't reveal too much..

She walked around the corner to the room with the shower. There was also a large bath tub and yet another room that she could see that had a Jacuzzi in the floor. She could see him through the fogged glass, and couldn't think of anywhere else she wanted to be. She dropped her robe on the floor and opened the shower door.

"I hope you don't mind," she said and stepped in.

He looked at her without answering and turned around to face her. Her gaze was entirely diverted by the time he was fully facing her. She could tell, based on his thoughts alone, that she appeared in awe and a bit overwhelmed by what she was staring at.

"I don't mind at all," he finally answered and kissed her.

His kisses were immediately deep but slow and he wrapped his arms around her waist, so her body was entirely pressed against his. Open mouthed kisses along her jaw and neck made her knees weak as she fell against him. He picked her up with one arm wrapped around her lower back and the other lifting her by her thigh, wrapping her legs around him.

He took a few steps forward and pushed open the shower door and stepped out, still carrying her. They continued kissing as he carried her to the messy unmade bed. She felt the Egyptian sheets on her back as he laid her down. He stood in front of her, gently taking her ankles with his hands and placing her feet on his chest. She slid them up and down slowly over his skin, still slick from the water of the shower. His manhood was burning hot as she felt it touch the back of her thigh as he slid one of her feet up to his chin before taking several of her toes into his mouth.

"You're beautiful," he whispered and kissed the side of her heel.

"So are you," she replied, feeling her headache vanishing.

She grabbed him by the shoulders with incredible strength and pulled him down onto the bed. He smiled as she climbed on top of him and kissed him passionately. Her lips placed kissed all over his chest and stomach and lower pelvis. With her hands resting on his thighs, she looked into his eyes while taking him into her mouth. His eyes drifted shut and shot open again immediately as he felt her tongue moving around him. A great moan passed his lips as her lips moved up and down. Every few seconds he felt her releasing him from her mouth entirely before taking him in again quickly.

He almost couldn't believe how quickly he was arriving to climax. As he came closer, finally she introduced both hands, rapidly stroking him while her lips took him in and out.

"No!" he heard himself cry as he exploded. He was completely lost on why he had said the word, no. Perhaps he said no because he couldn't control himself, and felt he was finishing too fast. He also did not care because the orgasm was astounding. While his body spasmed, he felt her take him entirely into her throat as he finished releasing.

He felt warm kisses on his hips while he stared at the ceiling for several minutes. Adriana came up and kissed him on the cheek.

"You," he said and placed a hand on the side of her face, pushing her hair back.

"Me?" she said softly and kissed his chin, already knowing what he was thinking.

"You know..what I feel...well, felt.." he said, realizing he sounded a bit feeble, but she knew what he meant.

"Yes," she said.

He knew that she was in his head the entire time, knowing exactly what he wanted in that moment. What he needed and where he needed it. The exact amount of pressure, suction, speed. It made him feel subdued..weak.. but at the same time completely enamored. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before.

"I'm sorry," she said. "If I...maybe overstepped.."

"No," he said. "It was..fucking brilliant."

"So...you're okay with that," she asked him. "Me being in your head the whole time?"

"By all means..." he laughed. "Stay in my head as long as you want."

"Okay," she said and kissed his forehead while running a hand through his wet hair. "I know what else you want.."

"Oh..." he said, a bit nervously. "Uh oh..."

"Yeah..." she whispered seductively. "Want me to tell you what I know?" she said and moved her lips down to his neck.

He didn't answer.

"You want.." she continued, between kisses on his neck. "It from the back...fast...and hard...and deep. So hard you make me scream...You want to hear my flesh slapping against yours..You're wondering how it will sound...You want to slap it..."

She moved her face over his and looked into his eyes.

"You want to hurt me a little," she murmured.

"I won't hurt you-" he said, now unsure about how he felt about such personal and intimate thoughts being verbalized.

"I know you wont," she said and kissed him softly. "You'll hold back a little, just enough. Don't worry Bruce, I've been in the minds of men forever. It's totally normal. And just so you know..."

"Hm.." he moaned as her tongue glazed his ear.

"You don't have to hold back..."

"How..." he murmured as she kept kissing him in the ear.

"How what?" she asked him as he took her face with both hands.

"How am I so lucky that no one's married you yet?" he asked and she laughed as he flipped her over onto her back. "I'm serious."

"Mhmmm," she hummed as she kissed his lips.

His kissed became aggressive and deep and he wrapped one his hand around the back of her neck. He gently bit her on her left shoulder before covering it with more kisses. His fingertips moved between her legs and he smiled as she gasped in his ear. The skin on her stomach felt warm on his lips as he kept kissing.

She raised her stomach a bit to meet his lips and moved her hands from his hair to his shoulders...and then she saw it.

A scar. A slightly curved scar on his left arm...

She sat up immediately. The scar. The origin of it...A fight with the Joker, month ago.

"My phone.." she gasped. "I didn't...I didn't bring it..."

"Oh..." Bruce said. "Well that's alright-"

"What time is it?" she demanded.

"Do you need to call someone?" he asked with confusion. "It's probably 8:30 now."

"At night?" she knew it.

"Well, yes," he replied.

"No..no no no..no..no..." she said as she moved from under him and ran over the the large chair with bags of clothes. "No no no no...no..no..no.."

"Adriana-" Bruce tried to stop her.

"No, no, no," she said as her eyes filled with tears.

"If you need to call someone-" Bruce said to her.

"I don't, I don't I just have to go-" she said and pulled on the pants and bra quickly. " Can you call the driver."

"Wait," Bruce said, holding her by her upper arms gently. "Tell me what's going on."

"Call him please, Call..Piero...please, do it now," Adriana said.

"Adriana, please, whaterver it is-" he said.

"Look I just...I can't be away from my phone this long...I could have missed a call or text that's very important..I can't explain, I just can't risk missing it okay? Please call the driver."

"Okay," Bruce said and backed away. "I'll call now."