Working Among Vengeance

Chapter 24: Disappearance and Secrecy

Y/N POV

Phone in hand, I walk out of the house while dialing Sel's phone number. I wonder what something safe we could do together at night. The phone ringing stops.

"Hello, Sel, this is Y/N," I speak with the same feeling anyone would get while calling someone to hang out with them.

"I know, hun, I can see the caller ID. Whatchu need?" She tiredly exclaims, making me regret calling her.

"I wanna hang out but if you're too tired then we don't have to," I say, hoping she would agree to go on a random adventure with me.

"Actually, a break right now is exactly what I need. Want to go to the bar and relax?"

I think to myself for a moment if what I need is to read a book quietly or let loose at a bar. I decide on the latter, unsure if Sel would be able to relax considering she works at the Iceburg Lounge.

She breaks my chain of thought as she speaks once again, "There's this new bar that just opened up so there won't be many people. It's on the outskirts of Gotham. I can come pick you up."

"That would be nice, thank you." At that moment, the call ends and Sel is on her way.

I just stay in the clothes I was wearing previously, not wanting to go back inside the manor. Unfortunately, that means I have to wait outside for quite some time as Sel drives to come take me away.

Kicking rocks and looking down at the ground, I begin to think about Bruce. Is he trying to distance himself from me? He's seemed pretty off, but maybe I just don't know him too well.

As I'm questioning our relationship, I hear the crunching of rocks as I look up. There sits Sel on her motorcycle. She looks so cool as her short black bangs wave in her face. The beauty of her bodysuit is enough to make any person blush.

"Are ya just going to stare at me or hop on?" Sel puts her hand out, holding a helmet for me to wear.

Walking over, I grasp the helmet from her hand. Grabbing her waist as I sit on the motorcycle, we begin to drive. The wind crashing on the visor of the helmet creates loud noises, making it impossible to hear Sel whenever she speaks.

Seeing a big cowboy boot atop a building along with a big sign that glows with the lettering "Noonan's Bar" makes me assume we have arrived. Climbing off the motorcycle and putting the helmet on the back of the seat.

"C'mon, I know Noonan quite well. He's a fellow I used to work with." Sel grabs my arm, leading me through the big brown doors.

Looking around at the people there, I see many country guys and the words 'Sleazy Bar' on the side of the wall.

We sit down at the counter as Sel talks to the bartender. "A White Russian and a..." She glances over at me.

Finishing her statement, I speak to the bartender, "Just a regular Martini, please."

As I finish speaking, an older man with slick black hair and a wide muscular body stands next to me as he begins to speak. "I'll pay for them."

Sel cuts him off as she jumps out of her seat and gives him a hug. "Noonan!" She exclaims, almost jumping up with joy, a smile laid across her face making her look like a kid on Christmas.

The large man pats her head and speaks, "Who's this gal ya came with?" The tone of voice is a mix of happiness and curiosity.

Standing up to shake his hand, I reply, "Y/N, one of Sel's close friends."

"SHE MADE HERSELF A FRIEND?!"

Sel steps away from him, "What's that supposed to mean, old man?"

"OLD MAN!!!" They chuckle together. "Pleasure to meet ya, Y/N." He holds out his hand, preparing me for a handshake.

We all drink and talk for hours until it's 4 am. Passing out at some upstairs bedroom, I am awoken by Sel.

"C'mon, let's leave. I'm all sobered up."

Without checking the time and my head pounding, we drive back to the manor. She seems a bit happier and peppier, I guess that meeting with Noonan meant a lot to her.

"Good seeing ya, Y/N." She smiles. "We should do this again sometime, but you should learn how to handle your drinks. You're lucky I was there."

Not knowing what she means, but that I wave her off, seeing the sunrise. I stumble inside, running to the toilet, feeling like I'm going to vomit. Man, I'm never drinking again, I say quietly.

Turning around, ready to get an Advil for my headache, I see Bruce standing in the doorway. He looks terrible.

Leaning down next to my face, he just stares at me in the eyes. Bringing me in for a sudden hug, he kisses my head. "Don't ever do that again, I was worried sick."

The sense of guilt hits me as I ask for the time. And he responds with 8 am. Apologizing profusely, I swear to him I will tell him where I go and text him if I need to spend the night somewhere.

"If I agree to those terms, can you do the same for me? I don't want you leaving me unannounced and making me question when you're coming back. I need stability, and it is hard when I don't know what you're doing."

"Okay," is the only word he speaks with my rant to him.

I continue to speak, "Where were you last night?"

He gets all shy. "I went to do something for work."

"Bullshit, you don't have to leave for work at 8 pm!" I'm honestly getting tired of his lies. I love him, but I don't know if I can stay in love with him.

"I'm sorry."

I storm off and lock our bedroom door as I fall asleep crying about him. I don't want to believe it, but why does he do this to me.

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Ooo weee let us hope that Bruce can just tell her what is going on. Next chapter will be up in a week! 

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