Working Among Vengeance

Chapter 14: Sorry

         The man, who was offering me the drink, was practically throwing it in my face begging me to try it. He didn't seem that drunk so I knew the drink was probably tampered with. The girl across from me on his other thigh was looking at me like I was a baby that couldn't do anything.

         "C'mon sweetheart drink for me." said the man.

         "Yeah! Drink it already bitch!" The attractive woman yelled acting as his echo.

          I picked up the drink and held it to my lips ingesting a small portion before tasting how sour it was. It tasted like lemon juice and a small amount of alcohol, which was weird because I couldn't smell anything weird it just tasted peculiar.

         The young woman took the drink from my hand and chugged the rest of it. I saw an expression form on the man's face as if he was pissed off at her drinking it. Just then he screamed and threw her off his lap.

        "You fucking whore! You drank poison! She was supposed to pass out and I can hold her for ransom from Bruce Wayne. YOU'RE SO FUCKING STUPID! Get the FUCK AWAY FROM ME YOU WHORE!" 

          The man screamed so loud the staff got involved because his hands were nearly dyed red as he beat the life out of her. I backed away not knowing if I should yell at him for trying to kidnap me, still see the Penguin, look for Batman on my own, or my last option; go back to Bruce.

          I decided to go to the restroom first and make myself vomit everything I ingested. I stuck my two delicate fingers in the back of my throat as I forced myself to gag. If someone heard me no one would think anything weird it just seemed like I had too much to drink.

          My hands ran through the cold water as I scrubbed them in the sink with a plentiful amount of soap. The smell of stomach acid filled the room making me gag. I had to get out of the restroom.

          As soon as I walked out I had the worst headache I didn't know if it was from the loud music and bright lights or if it was from the drug I had ingested. I decided just to go back to Bruce's manor and give up on my search for Batman.

        When I walked back to his home, it felt like I was getting a workout from walking all over Gotham. I was prepared to apologize for overreacting but as soon as I snuck in through his garage he wasn't there. Of course he was gone again.

        It was confusing for me to come up with an idea of what he was doing. I knew he probably wasn't cheating on me but maybe he was working with some cartel people. I mean it looked like he was making weapons and he was a genius so it was likely he was helping them create drugs.

       Was he a successful billionaire by day and a drug dealer by night? Maybe Bruce couldn't tell me about it because he was worried the cartel would come for me. I couldn't really rationalize anything about him leaving except for him working with a cartel.

      I laid back down into his bed as I sobbed. I felt trapped he was my love and I had nowhere else to stay except here but he kept secrets from me. My only escape felt like killing off the Penguin with Batman and finding out Bruce's secret those were my goals keeping me going.

       I stared at the ceiling devising a plan in my head of luring out the Penguin and finding Batman. The main reason I needed to find Batman was because he was extremely strong and trustworthy. Who would have thought that I would want to work with a vigilante. 

       Honestly, this plan got me feeling excited and I couldn't fall asleep. I was just daydreaming about taking down the Penguin. 

        I looked at the clock, which stated it was 6 in the morning. I heard the noise of the fridge doors opening like someone was getting breakfast or a very late night snack. I walked out of the bed hoping it was Alfred that way I could clear my thoughts but instead it was Bruce.

      As soon as I saw him I turned around. I wasn't upset at him but more so at myself for not letting him have one secret to himself. Plus he was legit letting me live here for free and he gave me a job. I felt bad for everything I did I just didn't know how to apologize.

       Apologizing wasn't something I was ever good at. I didn't have a method such as saying it or making something to say 'I'm sorry.'  All I needed to do was turn around go back to the kitchen and say those simple words. Yet it felt like a frog was in my throat not letting me speak.

       As I was entering back into his room I suddenly felt something odd. It was Bruce hugging me from behind. His arms were tied around my waist as his head rested on my shoulders. I could hear his breathing down my neck. 

       "I'm sorry. I can't tell you where I go at night because it is too dangerous for you but just know that it isn't illegal. If you're worried I'm cheating on you just trust me that I'm not. It's not concrete proof or anything that I'm not cheating so please trust me. You're the only woman in the world that makes my heart beat fast and," his voice trailed off for a moment, "whenever I have sexual dreams they're always about you."

        Blush formed around my face as soon as he spoke his last sentence. I could tell he was sorry from his voice and I wanted to apologize as well but my heart started beating fast. He began a trail of small kisses from my cheek to my neck. Stopping to turn me around so I was facing him.

      "Hey y/n, are you okay if I kiss you because I don't want anything awkward to form between us again." He spoke so clearly it felt like a dream hearing him speak.

      I spoke back "Yeah, but I should probably have breakfast first since I'm starving and I should also take a shower."

      He held my hand and led me back to the kitchen where we both sat down on the couch in the living room. We didn't watch any television we just talked and ate as the sexual tension between us grew. 

       I apologized and we both made up. Along with that we talked about our favorite foods and places we want to go along with places we had been. It felt like a date. I still could barely believe he was handsome, well-mannered, listened to me, kinda trustworthy, and rich. It straight up felt like a fairy tale being next to him.

     "Well Imma go take a shower." I said walking off to the restroom shutting the door but his hand stopped it from closing.

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Author's Note: I think there's going to be some smut in the next chapter but that's just a wild guess. Also I hope you enjoyed this chapter I feel like it's really hard trying to build a plot.

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