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Chapter 41: Selina Kyle
"You haven't been down here along time." Alfred said, coming down to the newly built bat cave with the waterfall in the background.
"I'm trying to find out more about our jewel thief. I ran her prints, unless she's lost a lot fo weight, she was wearing someone else's fingerprints. She's…good," Bruce said.
The computer monitor had a mug shot of a male armed robbery suspect.
"She may be, but we have a trace on the necklace," Alfred said.
"We do, so I cross-referenced the address she went back to the police data on high-end B and E's, and um…" he pulled up a stunning photograph of her. "Selina Kyle. The databases are full of close calls, tips from fences, she's good, but the ground is shrinking beneath her feet."
"We should send the police before she fences the pearls," Alfred suggested.
"She won't, she likes them too much," Bruce said. And they weren't what she was after."
"What was she after?" Alfred asked. I glanced between the two of them curiously.
"My fingerprints. There was a printer toner mixed with graphite on the safe. It gives you a good pull, and it's untraceable."
"Fascinating. You two should exchange notes over coffee," Alfred said.
"Yeah, why not," I shrugged.
"So now you're trying to set me up with a jewel thief?" Bruce asked the two of us.
"At this point, I'd set you up with a chimpanzee if it brought you back into the world."
"There's nothing out there for me," Bruce said.
"And that's the problem. But that's all part of living, sir. But you're not living. You're just waiting, hoping for things to go bad again. Remember when you left Gotham? Before all this, before Batman. You were gone seven years, seven years I waited. Hoping that you wouldn't come back. Every year I took a holiday, I went to Florence. There's this café, on the banks of the Arno. Every fine evening I'd sit there and order a Fernet Branca. I had this fantasy that I would look across the tables and I'd see you there, with a wife, maybe a couple of kids. You wouldn't say anything to me, nor me to you, but we'd both know…that you'd made it, that you were happy."
"Alfred is right, Bruce," I said. I fidgeted for a bit before I finally told him my true feelings. "I've had many dreams, good dreams that involved you, me, and two kids waking us up for breakfast. I've had dreams….where I was on your arm all the time. I loved you. I still love you, even if you don't...I'm apart of Gotham, and so are you. Maybe we can be together. I've always dreamt that, from the moment I met you, my first day in the archives. But as such, sometimes dreams die, maybe this one did. Just, please don't pretend our nights together didn't mean something to you, okay? I'm not your accomplice anymore."
I said, and walked away from him, following Alfred up out of the bat cave. I took the folder with me. I looked back behind my shoulder and he stared back at me. I wondered if all those nights truly mattered over the years to him as much as they mattered to me. He truly helped me in dealing with my irrational fear of clowns and nightmares. I loved him even then when people called him different and a recluse. I let my own reputation falter a bit. Had I waited to long to tell him?
~*TDKR*~