The Secretary and The Bat

Chapter 7

(Time Skip)

"There." I sigh as I take a step back from Mr. Wayne's desk to look at my handy work. I arrived at work early so decided to call Ms. Whitley's secretary to schedule the dinner date and organize the materials and information that Mr. Wayne would need for the meeting today on his desk.

I walk out of the office to sit at my deck. I started to go through Mr. Wayne's mail to see if there was any that needed his immediate attention. I notice an invitation to a fundraiser party for the police force that he might be interested in. I try to fight back a yawn as I read through the letter to find the date and time of the party. I go to mark it on his schedule in case he wants to go, but I realize it's at the same time as the date with Ms. Whitley. Sitting back in my chair, I stretch my arms up and yawn again. I feel so tired.

Last night, I couldn't sleep well. I kept thinking about the ordeal that I had and the kiss I shared with batman. Not to mention, I kept feeling that someone was watching me. But I ignored it thinking that I was just traumatized by what happened. I made a mental note to see if I could get into group therapy.

"What are you doing here?" The startling voice said. I look up to see Mr. Wayne. I gave him a soft smile.

"I thought I get here early to..."

"That's not what I am talking about. You were almost raped last night. You should be resting."

"Yeah I know but I... Wait. What? How you know about that? There was nothing in the newspaper or on the news?"

"Umm, well I uh... I had dinner with Commissioner Gordon. He and I are good friends."

"Oh, that makes sense..." 'I have seen Mr. Wayne's name on a few of the fundraisers at the police station when I use to help my mom. So, it would make sense that Mr. Wayne and the Chief are friends.'

He turns to leave when I remember what I want to say. "Oh, Mr. Wayne! There is a fundraiser party for the police tonight and it just so happens to be at the same time you have the date with Ms. Whitley. Would you like me to call them and tell them you will not be able to attend?"

He turned back to face me with puzzled look. "Why don't you go in my place?" He said with a mischievous grin.

"What, me? But, what am I supposed to do? What am I supposed to wear?"

"You're my secretary. You can figure it out yourself." He smiled triumphantly and with that said he walked into his office.

(Time Skip)

As I step out of Mr. Wayne's limousine, reporters' cameras blur my vision. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I walk forward forcing a smile trying to hide my nerves. A woman with a microphone stops me and forces me to stare at a news camera.

"I am here live at the fundraiser party for Gotham Police. This woman here with me is the secretary for Bruce Wayne. Tell us, is Bruce Wayne going to arrive soon?" the reporter asked with anxious smile.

"No, sorry. Do to personal affairs, he is unable to attend the party tonight." I smile back.to

"Is Mr. Wayne seeing someone?" she starts to ask, but another reporter pushes her aside.

"Is it true that Mr. Wayne is dating Sarah Whitley?" Other reporters start to crowd around me asking me personal questions about Mr. Wayne. I hear a voice call out to me and someone grabs my hand and pulls me away. I turn to see Commissioner Gordon pulling me to a less populated area. When we finally got to the party, he turns to me.

"Well, it has been a long time, hasn't it? (Y/n)." He smiled.

"Yeah, it has. Thank you for saving me Commissioner. I kind of froze out there." I said.

"Yeah I saw that and please call me James." He laughs and looks at me fondly. "You look so much like your mother. You know she wore that dress for undercover operation back in day."

I look down at my red, silky dress with an off-the-shoulder neckline. The dress hugs my curves and flows down to the floor. It was the only dress that I could find in such short notice. I also used my mom's old diamond earrings and bracelet. I never realized that she used this for undercover work. I smile up at James. He was the closest thing I had to a father figure. As we talk about my mom and the times I helped at the police station, a loud BOOM causes my ears to ring and I fall to the floor. Dust and smoke filled the room and a maniacal laughter rang out from the direction of the explosion.