My Parents Keeper• A Bruce and Selina Gotham Fanfic•

Chapter 2- Selina dont

•Selina•
I look over at Bruce and he's staring straight ahead with his mouth open like a dog. What is he doing? I look to where he's pointing when a lady screams, then I see what he's talking about. Spasz(I heard of him from Gordon) is holding a gun pointed straight for the bus drivers head.
The screams of the lady pierce my ears as other people finally start to realize what's going on. They stand up and move to the back of the bus, acting as if help will come that way and like they're all safe and sound. Likewise,creeps like him will shoot anyone and everyone to get what they want, power.
"Sel-Selina?" Bruce stammers out. I'm surprised he could even say that. "Yea, Bruce? It's gonna be ok, I promise. Something good will happen." I listen to my own shaky breathing and doubt myself a little, I mean, this is gonna happen twice today? It's like wherever Bruce is, there's trouble!
He looks at me with fear, and I realize that I'm just as scared as he is, but since a gun is how his parents died, it probably scars him more. "What if I die like my parents did?" He asks me as a tear rolls down his left cheek. I rub it off and shake him a little, "No you wont. I promise. Just wait a minute, I have something good for this freak." I smirk and look back at the bald headed wierdo.
"Spasz!! Over here!" I signal him to look at me, and I don't think he will. But when he slowly puts his gun down and whips his head back at me, I panic. "Remember me?" I ask him. While he wasn't working for Falcone, he tried to kill me one night when I got mad and stormed out of the Underground. I don't know why, I didn't even know him.
He smiles and points the gun at me. I hear it click and steady onto my toes. "Selina?! What are you doing?!" Bruce asks behind me scared. I look at him and smile, "You know how I'm fast, right?" I turn back to Spasz as the first bullet comes out, and I jump into the seat, not too early for anyone else to get shot. I have to protect the others while myself at the same time.
He glares at me and fires another bullet. I duck behind the seat as here it ping against the bus. I smile widely an stand up. Based on the looks of it, he's already fired two, he has 3 left. He growls a low, throaty animal sound as he shoots another one, this time really missing me and hitting the floor. 3 down, 2 to go. He looks at shock at his hand and I chuckle. Dumb nut.
He fires another one, this time hitting the seat in front of me. I knew it wasn't going to go through, this plastic is too strong. I didn't even have to move, what a shame! I'm having fun! I look over at Bruce and he looks like a lost and beaten puppy. He DOES care. No time for sappy love stories, I have to do this. 1 more, Selina, you got it. I take a long breath and get ready for the last one, as I noticed the bus has stopped.
He fires the last one an it fires out the window, and I hear a low shouting outside. What the....?
Me and Bruce climb up into the seat and I gasp and smile. Gordon and Bullock! The only time I really ever wanna see a cop is now! They stampede onto the bus and Gordon's hair shines in the dim bus light. "You're under arrest, Spasz." Bullock handcuffs him and looks at him, "Yeah, and don't talk. Your mouths too filthy to listen to." They walk off the bus and I smile. "Hm, they have good handiwork." I grab Bruce's arm and slap the sweaty, greasy bus driver on the shoulder. "Yourr welcome, my friend." I smile and say. He shakes his round head and looks at me like I'm crazy. "Fir what, kid? You didn't do Jack! I'm the one who called the cops!" He glares at me. Well, excuse him!
I roll my eyes and walk off the bus. I find the nearest bench, not very close either. Gotham City Park, about 5 miles from where we got off the bus in Gotham Plaza. Why does everything have Gotham at the front? I sit Bruce down and there's still tears rolling down his face. I didn't wanna scare him, I just wanted to protect him!
"Bruce, it's ok. I'm fine! Look, no bullets in my jacket! Only studs!" I joke at him, but he doesn't cheer up any. "Bruce, it's ok. Look, if you ever wanna find out who killed your parents, your gonna have to get used to that." I wipe the tears from his face and he finally turns to look at me. "I felt like I was gonna die like them, and I know you're right. But I have always been sheltered, I'm just not used to that. Gotham really is dangerous, and I'm glad you're here to help me." His face finally lightens and I smile. That's easily the nicest thing that has EVER been said to me. I understand where he's coming from, I saw my basically second parents get killed, but it was because of drug debt. Even though they weren't the best people, they were the sweetest.
I out my arm around him and look up at the sky. "Wanna go back to your Manor? I can easily access information there, about your parents. Anything you need, I'm good with technology." He nods and laughs,"As long as Alfred doesn't call me a wimp for coming back, you can do whatever you need there."
I look at him and raise my eyebrow. "He'll probably hug you till you faint because you left all of a sudden with some strange girl he didn't barely know." He chuckled an stands up. He offers me his hand and I smile an take it. I bounce up and we start walking out of the Park.
"Bruce, have you ever thought that even though they're dead, your parents practically shaped Gotham to what it is now?" I see his shoulders tense up, and I immediately drop the subject. "Oh, I'm sorry Bruce, I didn't mean to-" he interrupts me in the middle of my sentence with that proper gentleman voice of his. "No it's fine. I need to be able to talk about them at the least." He gulps out. I feel bad for him, but he is right if I have to be honest, an at least he's willing to face it.
"You are right, Selina. Other then Maroni and the other vigilantes out there, everyone tried to stand for what they fought for. My dad always told me how he believed this city could become so great, no one would ever want to leave. Now it seems everyone wants to leave, all because of a few people. It's a shame, because this is all I have left of them except Alfred and the Manor. If I lost Alfred I wouldn't know what to do." He turns toward me and slightly smiles. From what I saw, I don't think Alfred would be the person to never have a temper, he's pretty patient, he's proper without being rude about it, and he does care about Bruce, through and through. It must be pretty great, I wish I knew what that felt like. But I need to focus on what Bruce needs help with, he is my only hope and concern right now. He's too important to me for him to be lost.