Working Among Vengeance

Chapter 12: Feelings

       "Hey!" Is what a stranger yelled at me waving his arms around to grab my attention.

       I had just gone on a walk to clear some thoughts from my head but I accidentally was dressed in a robe with nothing underneath. I assumed people would think I was a prostitute but let's just hope I'm wrong.

      "Yes?" I respond in a concerned voice.

      "How much are you? You look totally beautiful so I'm assuming around 500 a night." 

       The man began pulling out a roll of money and handing it to me. I wasn't going to accept since it was probably drug money and I had no intention of having sex with this sleaze bag. He began grabbing my arm and leading me some place. 

      I couldn't believe this he just assumed things too quickly so I decided to karate chop his arm off of mine and kick him in the groin.

     "What the hell man?! Your not getting away with this you fucking whore!!! Go fuck another man you stupid ass prostitute" he screamed at me alerting all the bad people in the area there was a female, who was likely by herself.

      Running away from the scene I looked back just to see many big guys and some females searching for me. I guess they came there to harass a prostitute. I found a bench at a park and I decided to sit on it.

       I put my knees to my chest and placed my head down on my legs. My eyes began to water and tears came flooding out of me. Why was my life spiraling downwards. The only good thing that happened to me was Bruce Wayne but I felt like I couldn't trust him. Like he was hiding something from me. 

       Just then I heard someone approaching but I still kept my head down. It didn't matter if I died because it would only affect one person. I flinched as the person sat down next to me and placed their hand around me.

      They were comforting me I decided to look up expecting it to be an old lady but instead it was Batman. Why the hell had he walked up to me and started consoling me? I looked at his very familiar eyes and burrowed my face into his chest. 

      I started crying harder because at this moment I knew he would protect me. I always thought Batman would try staying away from people but instead he was actually really nice. I peaked my head up at him just to see him staring off into space.

      I started speaking "Hey, sorry I don't cry too much it's just I have a lot on my mind right now and I don't know-"

      I was cut off as Batman began kissing me. His deep passionate lips reminded me of Bruce. I smacked him across the face and stood up. I screamed at him.

      "What the fuck do you think you're doing! I am in love with someone already even though he keeps secrets from me and doesn't talk to me often I would never cheat on him!" 

        I yelled running off to Bruce's mansion. I couldn't believe I had just hit and yelled at the person who protected our city. It felt like a crime. Batman was probably lonely in life and didn't know how to comfort people.

       It took me a while to get back but when I did I ran into Bruce's bedroom and began hugging a pillow as I curled up sobbing. I don't know what secret he was hiding from me so I decided to look up: 'What does it mean when your partner runs off every night?'

     The internet gave me two options, which neither were good. It said he needed a long break from me or he was cheating. Maybe he did want a break from me because he found me annoying or too clingy. With these thoughts in mind I drifted off to sleep.

     I awoke again that night to see Bruce Wayne back in bed. He began hugging me from behind as he whispered how much he loved me. He began kissing the back of my head repeatedly. I turned over immediately ready to question him but instead our lips met and he began to slip his tongue in my mouth.

       I felt his hands trail down as he pulled up the robe to reveal my pantyless area.

      "Stop!" I yelled not to hurt his ears or anything but because I wanted to ask him why he would disappear at night.

       "I want to talk to you." I sat upright putting the robe over my legs again to hide my private area.

      "What?" He responded with concern and a bit of a query expression from him.

       I choked back not fully ready to confront him but I asked my desired question "Where do you go at night?"

     He stared back at me with a blank look. Bruce tried his best to keep a poker face but I could tell he was shocked when I asked.

    "I'm sorry," he said, "I can't tell you but I promise that I'm not cheating or anything."

    "WHY the fuck can't you tell me? You worry me so much I see your blood stained clothing and you act all quiet! I just want to know what I can do to help you." Tears began streaming on my cheeks.

      He comforted me, which reminded me of Batman with the way he held me. Bruce spoke again.

     "I can't tell you because it's for your own good. You can help me by staying by my side. You know it hurts me to see you cry."

       I looked up at him, clearly displeased that he didn't tell me but who was I to demand him to tell me his secrets. Bruce was a good person letting me live with him and I felt like I was taking advantage of that. I told him I was going out but I needed a change of clothes.

       He didn't pry to where I was going at two thirty in the morning he just handed me a pair of black jeans and a baggy white shirt. I still had no underwear but this would do. I didn't kiss him goodbye I just walked out ready to search for Batman.

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Author's Note: Bro not Bruce and y/n going through some hardships. It's for development though. 😢 I wonder why she wants to see Batman 😏

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