Bruce Wayne was the worst!
He was evil.
He played evil mind games and was just pure evil.
He was a pain in the butt.
"He is a real butt head" she muttered to herself.
He had sent the cleaning staff home early. You would think that was a nice and wonderful thing for an employer to do. That it was a nice treat for the staff. Well, it was not for her because she was left to clean up his literal mess up that he had left behind.
And he was so doing this on purpose. He was doing this to get on her nerves, and she could that he liked torturing her. Getting under her skin was a true gift of his, and he liked to make her mad.
And she could not stop blushing.
He kept watching her like a hawk. Every so often she would catch him at the corner of her eye always staring at her. And every time that he caught her catching him she would give him the evil eye. And would just smile politely and then wink at her, causing her to be frustrated and then blush.
And he kept flirting with her and any other person that could breathe air.
"Clacky" he called out again.
He was actually drunk this time.
She could smell the taste of alcohol, a mile away (and more) because he was practically rolling in it. He reeked of it and the smell of.
It reminded her of the only bar back home and several people that it liked to be entertained. And any time The Crows won a game and had to celebrate their victories the whole town would celebrate the victory. Though most of the teens would get drunk and party they victory away until they actually forgot what they were celebrating in the first place.
She rolled her eyes and proceeded to move to the most annoying person on the planet.
She was done for another day. This was another day that she was getting much closer to get rid of this Jerk out of her life forever.
And now she was back for another dreadful day.
She had 'accidentally' left her phone in the apartment before she had to go and pick up a few things because an idiot kept calling her and asking her questions. Questions about what she wanted to eat and drink, even though she secretly just went back to Smallvile most of the time and ate with her parents.
So she missed the three phone calls from Lana and the messages that Chloe had sent her that day. So, she did not get hear the news that they had to tell her news. She would not like and would not be too happy to hear about.
He was intoxicated again!
He was not pretending and actually drunk.
She got a whiff of alcohol the moment she stepped off the lift.
She just sighed and did her best to open the door with the key card with the list of groceries that she had to carry in hand.
Two days later.
He had drunk so much had that he was not seeing sense and not making much sense. She knew this because he was calling her Alfred for some reason. A drunk and almost tearful Bruce Wayne looked as if he was happy drunk and an almost creepy smile on his face. An all too convincing smile that had almost convinced her, that is if she had not smelt his salty tears. He was really putting on a good act but for some reason she could tell that he was off his game tonight and was not playing so well.
By now he would be sneaking a way on his Invisible plane (Who even has an invisible plane?) and off to Gotham for another fist fight. But now he was drinking here alone, without a girl insight. Not that she was jealous or anything. It was just surprising that she did not run into another girl on sight. There was no reason to be. It just seemed out of place and suspicious.
She was on to him.
Or was he onto her?
"Arghh" she mentally screamed out loud as she ran her fingers through her hair.
He was driving her crazy and he was not even there right now to do it.
Do Not Disturb.
The stupid sign was on the door again. Bruce Wayne had casually told her just to ignore the sign and to let herself in.
Even though she was the strongest person alive (just a guess) it was hard to carry all of the stuff. Moving one item to another hand, while trying to get the key-card out of her back pocket was not the easiest task to do. And just as she was about to get the darn key-card out of her pocket, the door was opened for her.
"I'll help you with that" said Bruce.
He hiccuped as he took the top bag from her and then walked away taking the stuff out it. And left her with all the heavy stuff to hold (although not in to her) and very rudely ignoring the annoyed look she had on her face.
She quickly put the stuff away, angrily opening and closing everything in sighting as she put it all away.
"I quit" she abruptly.
Either he did not seem to understand what she was saying or was just ignoring her entirely. Bruce just ate the food in the back and has more drinks.
She grunted.
"What your boyfriend break up with you?" said Bruce taking another drink.
For the past two days, he had been her lesser polite self and was less tolerating of his behaviour than she usually was. She ignored her phone calls from her friends and family. She did the impossible for any millennial. She did not bring her phone with her.
Her eyes were still puffy and red from all the crying that came with the normal break up. He knew that he made her blush a lot but her face had been red more than it usually was. There was also the eyelash that was on her face, and he could not ignore it so he impulsively tried to remove it. He had fallen to the ground because this fatal mistake as she seemed to move rather quickly or he was moving too slow. There was also the fact that he was missing several napkins.
"That was rude of me" he muttered.
'Why am I still standing here?' she asked herself.
She knew that the evidence was all circumstantial and that her Grampa was making good progress with his case. He was good at his job and that people were terrified off him. She knew that he had gotten some of the evidence removed. And that no one actually believed that Bruce Wayne of all people was 'The Green Arrow.'The case would likely be thrown out and…
"Bye" she said and began to leave.
There was no 'Good' in "Bye" other than 'riddance.'
"Could you get make coffee? Before you go" said Bruce.