Making Headlines ~ Bruce Wayne [PAUSED]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

The tall glass twirls in your fingers elegantly. Your newly made nails match with the darkness of the red liquid inside - the wine your father chose with such care. You keep your eyes on your hand as you play with your glass, not wanting any kind of attention from your parents, who sit by you in soft conversation.

The family tradition continues with your weekly dinners. Your mother has supposedly found this new restaurant in the city. It is quite elegant and, interestingly, mostly kept to its outside. Which, you have to admit, is quite risky to do in such a rainy city as Gotham. Its tables and chairs, all areas of service really are outside in between all the nature that they offer.

The day was dry and the skies were clean for the most part, which works as total luck for tonight's dinner. The night has been calm and only carries a nice breeze as well, which is actually the only thing that keeps you grounded as you daydream at any chance you get.

Your heels rest over the wooden flooring on top of the soft grass. Wooden planks are lined up and fill the rest of the outside, leaving only a few areas surrounding you, far from the tables, with the pure green cut grass. The garden also seems to be an essential part of the restaurant, as every plant and flower is well kept and well taken care of. All sorts of colors, and cut in ways that make all of it seem natural to the naked eye.

There are golden lights hung over your heads across the whole patio. They are attached to the trees and posts on the sides, leaving soft lighting over everyone's tables. They make the food shine perfectly and leave a soft atmosphere around you all.

It has been 2 weeks since your night in the diner and the conversation with your mother. You have been fighting your mind as you promised yourself to do. But, as predicted, you have grown tired of making your mind wander to other things anytime his face appears. It always feels stronger than you. Even though you keep on fighting it, you find it constantly winning.

You have come to a point of forcing yourself to stop looking into the darkness expecting him to be there, or be at dinners and looking around in hopes of finding him at all. He is not there, but if he is, you're not expected to care. And even when you can very much always assume that it is, you act as if he is not.

You sometimes wonder if Bruce would notice your somewhat distance. That question sets in the nights before bed when you've had enough of the constant fighting with your mind. In those nights that you let it win, in fact. And the truth is that it's not like you two have had much time together. Therefore, you can't help but be curious to know if he would even notice how you don't want anything to do with him anymore. And, if so... Would he even care?

You shake your head in dismissal of your own thoughts and raise your gaze, still waiting for your last course of the meal before dessert. You listen as your parents continue to share words in soft mumbles and notice their quite good-humored expressions.

Work has calmed down for the past 2 days, which has come as a great relief.

You had a few stressful days with the new business partners, who seemed to change their minds on everything every second since you signed the contract with them. So, after a much more stressful meeting with them, you didn't hesitate on terminating their contract.

Much to their shock, if you remember correctly. Your workers in the room didn't blink an eye as they expected it to happen sooner or later; while the two CEOs fought for words out of their mouths. You can only assume their pride began to get stuck in their throats after all of it. And it was nothing but entertaining to watch at some point.

With this sudden change of plans, you got calls. A whole day and night in the office answering calls while pacing around the room and you got a new contract signed. It's with a company which was "happy to hear about your disconnection" from the previous one. This new company has been one of their rivals, of course.