11:46 pm
Wayne Mansion
"I gave you exactly two jobs Alfred! Is it really that hard?" he paced the floor of the Batcave.
"Master Wayne, I'd assumed she was doing what she said she was doing. And not sticking her nose where it doesn't belong. Excuse me for taking her word," the butler argued, sitting in a chair.
"It's," the billionaire stopped and pinched the bridge of his nose, "It's just tiring. I'm so close to putting Jack and Harley behind bars, for good..."
"And Winnie, sir."
"Pardon?"
"You forgot to add Winnie to the hit-list."
"Oh, her too. My bad, it's been a long day," he was making up half-ass excuses.
The butler laughed outward for a minute or two before Bruce couldn't take it.
"What?" He was hostile now, losing 'tiredness'.
"You're falling head over heels for her," he laughed and stopped, "And you're going to fall and fall and she'll just watch and laugh at your
demise." He stood.
"You've seemed to have lost the spark for putting them behind bars when you began seeing her. You've seemed to have gone soft, Master Bruce."
"How dare you say that to me. You're my butler-"
"I'm also your legal guardian, your sidekick, and your friend above all," he looked at him intently, "I'm not saying it to be crude. I'm saying it because I don't want you dead."
"I'll be careful."
"You're never careful; it's your only flaw save your hot temper," Alfred strolled past him, "Just make sure she feels the same way."
With that, he left.
Bruce's chest was tight, along with his muscles. He sat in the office chair and began to think; mostly about her and what was previous to this fateful talk... He smiled at the thought.
12:00 am//midnight
Jack's Apartment
He was pacing for at least the last hour before stopping and sitting down on the carpet floor.
He examined his murder weapons, cleaning each one whilst singing nursery rhymes to himself.
He laughed; it was beautiful, the idea he had.
Instead of a dreadful two more days of waiting, why not just have the heist a day early? And a new location to affect the snoop, and billionaire, Bruce Wayne? He would catch everyone off guard and get his girl back.
However, there wouldn't be as much man power. It would be him, Winnie (after he called her), and Harley.
He called Harley up before he began pacing. She hadn't answered but he knew she must have heard it. He gave her ten hours to call back.
If she didn't, he would find her. Simple as that.
He picked up the phone and dialed the Wayne Mansion, a Brit picked up:
"Wayne Mansion, who is this?"
"Jack, and you?"
"Alfred Pennyworth, the butler.
I presume you're calling for Master
Bruce, are you not?"
"No, actually. I'm calling for
Winnie Quinn, is she there?"
"Yes."
And her voice came through:
"Jack?"
"The plan has been
moved up to tomorrow.
Come by by nine, we attack
at ten."
With those details, Bruce put
his landline in the deck. He had been eavesdropping silently. And put it away.
"Oh, and it's at Wayne
Enterprises."
She stopped.
"Oh."
"He's a billionaire, Winnie,
it won't hurt him."
Financially, at least...
Really short and a lot of dialogue, I know. But there's a LOT of stuff coming up so be emotionally prepared for the weeks of updates to come!
Zoe
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