"Have a day off Master Wayne. The manor is plenty protected for Miss Smith." Stepping down the stairs, I followed the sound of a British accent. Peeking around the corner I saw an older man talking to Bruce. Leaning against the wall, I curled my toes because of the cold marble. "Gina? Are you alright?" Looking up, I smiled at him and then looked to the older man. Bruce opened his arms for me and smiled encouragingly. I gently padded my way to his outstretched hand. Taking it he kissed my head softly. "Hello, you must be Miss Smith." A smile pulled at my lips as his accent filled my ears. I shook his hand and nodded politely. "Love, this is Alfred. If I'm not around, he's the person to go to." "Okay," Slipping from his arms I stood in between the two, facing them both, "I agree with Alfred, you need a day or three off. I can handle myself for awhile." Bruce sighed and reached for my hand. I took a step back and folded my arms. "I'm serious Bruce. Go do whatever Gotham's billionaire playboy does during the day. Go attend an Wayne Enterprises meeting." Sighing, he gave in when he saw how serious I was. Rubbing his face, he nodded. "Now go clean up Wayne." I gently shoved him and his lips broke into a cheeky grin. "Watch it Smith, wouldn't want Batman coming after you." Rolling my eyes, I smiled when he kissed my head before running down the hall.
Pulling my blonde hair into a bun, I jumped when Alfred spoke. "He's happy around you Miss Smith, thank you." I turned to him and smiled slightly. "Wasn't he always?" A sad smile crossed the British man's face, making him look older. "Master Wayne was so caught up in the Batman, that he never enjoyed himself. After Miss Dawes death, he became very distant, nothing interested him." I followed him to a giant kitchen that looked like it belonged in a magazine. "He stayed out at night, everyday coming home angrier." I sat at a counter, listening intently as the butler went around the kitchen, pulling things from cupboards and the fridge. "One morning, he came home with bloody knuckles, and I told him I had dealt with this too long. I threw a fundraiser for Swithin's Home For Boy's and required for him to make an appearance. Then he saw you." Heat rose to my face as he turned on the oven-top, opening a carton of eggs. "How do you like your eggs Miss?" "Oh, you don't have to make me breakfast!" Alfred chuckled and pulled out potatoes from the fridge. "Over easy then?" Laughing, I nodded. "Thank you." Smiling, he continued. "In just the few seconds I saw him after you two danced, his smile changed. He was the little boy I watched over." A proud smile crossed his lips. "When Batman stood over you, protecting you, I was honestly surprised. Of course the Batman would protect anyone, but the way he did to you. There was something different about the necessity of it." Alfred passed me a plate heaping with eggs and potatoes. "You mean a lot to him Miss Smith." I smiled, losing myself in my thoughts. "Thank you Alfred." Nodding, he slipped away with a smile.
After washing the plate and fork, I started down the hallway to the room I grew to call mine. Seeing it slightly ajar, I knocked quietly. "Bruce?" The door immediately opened, revealing the Mr. Wayne I first saw that one night. "Hello babe." My breath catching in my throat, I felt my face heat up at my silliness. "I was actually coming to find you. You see, usually Alfred or another one of the maids do it, but it seems a little quiet-" "Would you like me to do your tie?" His cheeks pink, "Yes." I ducked underneath his arm and motioned for him to come over. His 6'3" frame towered over my 5'3" and I sighed. Standing on tiptoe, I pulled the tie so it was even. His deep chuckle filled the room as he took my hand and pulled us towards the bed. Bruce sat and I smiled thankfully. Tucking the tie underneath its self, I could see him watching me with a smirk. Flicking my eyes up, I blushed. "What?" Pulling the material threw, I made sure it was smooth. He wrapped his arms around my waist, gently pulling me to him. Laying his head on my chest, I leaned mine on his. "You're beautiful." Brushing my fingers threw his hair, I smiled again. "Thank you, so are you." His laugh made my tummy vibrate. "Why can't I stay here with you today?" I pushed him away and pointed to the door. "Goodbye Bruce." Sighing, he stood and planted his lips on mine. "Mmmm. See you in a bit my love. Call me if you need me." Kissing him again quickly, I shooed him out the door.
Wandering around the manor, I realized how giant it really was. The beauty of it was beyond anything I had ever seen. The marble floors didn't have a scratch on them, the walls were filled with one of a kind paintings and pictures, the chandeliers were made of crystal and shined magnificently. I wandered down a hall and then up a flight of stairs. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a wood door that was cracked. Curious, I pushed it open and explored the room. The bed looked as if it hadn't been touched in ages. The bed drapes were tugged around the post, making it look elegant. Concentrating on not slipping with my socked feet, I walked to a shelf with just two pictures on it. Sliding my fingers across the glass, I looked at the two people in the picture. Smiling, I realized they must have been Bruce's parents: Thomas & Martha Wayne. Noticing the burned edges of the photograph, I remembered a few months back reading about the manor being burnt down. Gazing to the other picture, I smiled sadly. It was a woman staring at Bruce with great affection. Dark brown hair that flowed just below her shoulders and hazel eyes. I realized it was Miss Rachel Dawes, Bruce's childhood friend that passed just two months back. Sensing someone behind me, I spun around, ready to scream.
"It's just me Gina. Chill out baby girl." Instantly relaxing my tense muscles, I turned away from John, studying the pictures some more. Light footsteps came closer to me and his figure stood behind me. "He still isn't completely over them. He mourns every day." Turning my head to him, I nodded. "I wish I could help him. I know how it feels to lose someone you care about." Realizing what I had said, I mentally swore, hoping he hadn't understood my words completely. "What do you mean?" Of course he did though, he was the freaking Robin. "It's nothing, really." Slipping away from him, he grasped my wrist before I could get away. "Gina." Not meeting his eyes, I chewed on my lip, picking up an old habit. "Please don't hide anything from us." Closing my eyes, I sighed and melted into his arms. "Please." Wrapping my small arms around his waist, I nodded. "Okay."
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Protect Me Dark Knight
Fanfiction"It's nice to know someone is afraid of losing you as much as you're afraid of losing them."
