Little Miss Gotham

Chapter Forty Three

That week went by excruciatingly slow. The big plans for New Years Eve were coming into play though and tonight would be huge. However, all week I barely made it out of bed. I didn't have Kayla nor did Eric bother to stop by anymore. But to make it look official, he agreed to come tonight to make it official. The only time I left the house this week was to take Olivia Christmas shopping and drive Eric around the city. I had nothing else to do with Joker away.
That was another thing that still drove me crazy.
Not even Crane knew what he was up to and it took a lot for me to even send him a text.

I slipped on leggings and sneakers with a white sweater quickly, standing in front of my mirror. The ball would drop in twelve hours and the party would start in 6. But I had some time to kill before I had my hair and make up done at three. With my long puffer jacket draped over my arm, I hustled out of my room and down the steps that led into my seemingly empty living room.

My father was in his day suit, sitting at the dining room table with my mother and three other. Two men and another women. I slowed my steps, cautiously looking at them as they looked at their papers and phones.

"Where are you going, Sophia?" My mother casually asked. I was glad to see her back in her business attire making a quick recovery.
"Gotta run a few errands. Don't worry I have the schedule burned in my mind. I'll be back by three. What are you up to?" I asked.

"Well apparently the President Electric, Mr.Trump wants an invite to the big party tonight."

"So he can lie about the crime rate of our city and insult every aspect of it?" I questioned. My father grinned a little and leaned forward, his chin in his hands to hide it. I looked at the three people sitting at the table again who looked mildly offended and smiled politely.
"That's my job, guys. Sorry to disappoint."

"It's merely a request to join you and your family tonight. Not a press conference." The woman said.

"I don't care what it is, miss. I hope this speaks on behalf of my father but there's no invitation for him here. He can gladly join the crowd downtown if he's not allergic to other races."

I was beaming inside. I couldn't believe I had that opportunity. I hope it got back to Trump himself too.
I slipped on my puffer jacket and slipped my phone in my pocket.

"However, you guys might have a better chance setting up a meeting with Snooki and the Lorax. They'd gladly welcome him I assume."

With that, I left the apartment and took a taxi to Wayne Enterprise. While in the taxi, I went to twitter with my most recent encounter and even tagged the president himself. I was in a mood all week and this was my exploding moment. I wish I could have texted Eric or Kayla what had just happened though.

When I arrived at Wayne Enterprises, I called Bruce's phone.

"Hello?" He answered.

I stepped into the lobby and paused.

"Which elevator will take me up to your office? I gotta talk to you." I asked.
I heard a sigh on the other line and stood in the lobby, looking very out of place in comparison to the business attire around me. I received brief glances and I rolled my eyes.

"Third to the left of the room." He replied. I hung up the phone and went straight to the third elevator as he said. It was hands down the longest thirty seconds of my life standing in a silent elevator with others. But once I finally got off, I hurried to his office and walked in without a knock. Bruce's office had the view of Gotham which actually didn't look too bad when all you could see were other windows of skyscrapers and the tops of them.

"What is it, Sophia?" Bruce asks, leaning back as he sits behind his desk.
I was a little awkward about all of this. I couldn't help it. We weren't on the best of terms and I couldn't help but bring up the thought of when he tackled me to the ground at City Hall. But at the same time, I wasn't myself.