dark places | wayne

one :: girls

10:47 pm
Wayne Mansion

The billionaire had spent a solid two hours prepping himself for the fifth girl that week.

He dressed in a tailored black suit, with a white button-down Oxford. He'd left the top two buttons undone, being he was still young enough to pull it off.

He wore his silver Rolex watch and a pair of black leather oxfords. He reached the door and opened it, he smiled and looked the girl up and down. She must be only a few years younger than him.

She wore a short sleeve dress, fish net tights, cheap makeup, and stilettos. She had natural red hair and brown eyes, an uncommon pair.

"Hello, Mr Bruce Wayne." She said politely. "May I come in?" He let her into his home and led her to the library.

The fire was burning and their was a set of glasses with a bottle of wine, both courtesy of the butler, Alfred.

After a glass of wine each, she stood in front of him. She set his glass down on the coffee table behind her.

"Shall we get started?" She asked. He fought the urge to submit to the mortal attraction and stood. He was now against her and neither backed away.

"That's not the reason why I called you here, to my home. You should know better than to assume what you don't know." He walked away and she followed.

"Well that's usually why people call on hookers." She struggled to keep up with him.

"That's quite rude, young lady." He scolded her like a parent would.

"Well I'm sorry if I said something wrong. I'm truly sorry, I didn't mean to insult you." She said honestly, she still hoped to get paid.

She had to bring home the pay, for her boss. She feared the consequences more than anything.

"Of course not." He stopped in front of a door. He looked at the girl, she was truly beautiful. She was probably the best looking girl he had over in a month.

"I should have explained, my bad. I seem to forget things when they become a pattern." He opened the door for her. She went inside to see a small guest room, with a bathroom, bed, and vanity.

"So?"

"So what? Oh right." He chuckled. "I'm sure you've read about how the famous billionaire Bruce Wayne has been calling more and more girls to his home. To do 'God knows what' according to some wise-ass journalist." He spoke in third person, and projected his voice.

"Yeah, everyone's heard about it."

"Well it's not true. The intentions aren't at least. I've been calling ladies of your business to my private home for a different reason. It's to discuss your safety, as well as financial safety for the both of us."

"So you call us here to talk economy?"

"Not quite. I like to hear about how well your bosses treat you, what they like, where they hang around, who they hang around, things like that. Plus, this way you get two hot meals, a warm shower, and the same pay."

"Why do you want to know?" She'd grown curious.

"There are bad people out there and they need to be stopped." He went to the door. "Get some sleep, we'll talk tomorrow." He left and went into the kitchen to find the butler eating a grilled steak at the breakfast bar.

"Sorry sir, I was on break-"

"You're my best friend, you're allowed to eat when you wish." Bruce said kindly. Alfred smiled, amused.

"Have you talked to her yet?"

"No, she looked too tired to dump questions on yet. I'll let her sleep now. We'll keep her until lunch tomorrow, ask questions, and send her on her way." With that, he left the Brit in the kitchen and went to his room to shower and sleep.