Wisterian Widow

CHAPTER 5

They pulled up in front of a super tall tower, mirrored windows all the way up. It looked so open and vulnerable, but this was Bruce Wayne, the batman, were talking about, of course there would be hidden security the could rival Lex Luthors for sure. The trio got out the car, bags on their shoulders as not a word was spoken. Dick was still drilling Jason for information and barely glanced back at the girl for the remainder of the ride. She could sense his confusion and anger, which she understood, but it was getting on her nerves. Marlowe enjoyed snarky comments and sarcasm, it was her disguise, but now she was being surrounded by silence. It felt as though even the birds had paused their song, watching what was happening. So speaking to Dick was out of the question, now she would've picked on Jason, if it wasn't for the fact that she'd never met him and he seemed just as much of a jerk as she was. He had just as much comments to hand back to Dick that she wished she had thought of before, some he'd repeated without even knowing it, which Dick found quite annoying. Putting up with one chatty sarcastic teenager was one thing, but two was a challenge and he was on the verge of ripping his hair out.

"According to Bruce, the design of the place is inspired by Frank Loyd." Toured Jason, walking in all smug with his suitcase by his side as he observed the cars and bikes that were on show for everyone to see. It was practically Bruce just showing off his money, Marlowe doubted that he'd even ridden in them, or even if he could drive-without speeding that is.

"Wright." The Graysons' corrected, glancing at each other in shock before Jason's ignorant chuckles rang out. Marlowe quickly went back to the vehicles behind their glass case, ignoring the pair of eyes still on her back.

"I know, right?" Mentally face palming, the girl turned towards the new hero, eye brow raised in a challenge manner. Jason returned the same look as he waited for her to say something.

"No, dip-shit, the dudes name was Frank Loyd Wright." She corrected with a look of matter-of-fact. Jason pulled back, looking back with uncertainty before nodding along, not totally like he agreed.

"Whatever, dudes really into, you know. Lines and shit." He looked around and the lines like he understood what he was speaking about, which made Marlowe want to laugh at. He was trying to impress her brother with the 'I'm cool' vibe but it really wasn't working out for the poor kid. "Bruce has a bunch of place like this, calls them safe houses but they're more like condos."

Marlowe let out a low whistle, shaking her head with a small smirk. "I bet. He's literally a billionaire, what else was he gonna do? Give it to charity." Jason just stared at her whilst she rolled her eyes, gesturing with her hand to continue.

"Never been to one." Green eyes stayed on Marlowe as Dick walked forward, pressing his eye up towards the scanner. A red light shot out, making its way up and down before a robotic voice called out its failure in recognition. "I got this." Jason pulled the older man back as he placed his eye, the same happening but with a different out come. The robot granted access as Marlowe gripped her bag on her shoulder, getting ready for the cocky sentence about to exit his shit-eating grin. "Guess he changed the locks." Marlowe was shocked, she knew that the original pair had broken up, but to remove his ward from the locks was a low blow.

A door, that the girl believed to be a wall at first glance, slid to the side, giving entrance to the upper levels of the safe house. They all stepped in, Marlowe seeing the size stood outside. "Any stairs I can just take instead?" She asked with a head tilt. You could see in her eyes how much she didn't want to be clamped into a room with the two, but it didn't seem like there would be a way out of this.

"C'mon Babe." Grabbing her hoodie sleeve, Jason pulled her into the elevator just before the door shut. She was squashed in-between both Dick and Jason awkwardly. Her bag was pressed against the cart wall so she used this to lean away from the two and it worked successfully. Nothing sounded except for the sad songs playing through the elevator speakers. The girl took deep breathes, going un-noticed with how much this affected her. Old memories crawled their way and sweat began to cling to her hair line.