Two sides of the same coin

Chapter 8 - Transportation

After walking out of the GCPD, the group of assassins split into two. One spread out, entering the dark alleys surrounding the building. The other, smaller group, boarded a semi truck. Jeremiah followed the smaller group and got onto the back of the semi truck, while Bruce continued to follow behind him. When all of them had gotten in the truck, police began to run out of the building and into the street. Before they could catch a glimpse of who was inside the compartment, one of the people dressed in black slid the folded door down.

They were left in silence for a moment before the truck's engine roared to life and it began to move forward. Bruce almost fell to the ground at the sudden movement of the truck, barely managing to keep himself standing. A small light flickered on, allowing him to see his surroundings in the compartment. Wooden boxes were strapped to the walls on each side of the small area, some people sat on them while others preferred to stand on guard.

Jeremiah sat on one towards the end of the compartment. His back straightened and his legs were crossed with his hand carefully placed on his knees. He looked towards Bruce, gesturing for him to sit across from him. Bruce breathed in, attempting to look somewhat stable while walking towards Jeremiah. He could feel Jeremiah watching his every movement as he sat down on a box that was placed directly in front of Jeremiah. Quickly putting Bruce on edge again. An awkward silence settled in. Bruce felt like everyone's eyes were on him, watching his every move, and one wrong move could end up getting him killed. He began to hyperventilate and let his eyes wander to the ground, letting out short, panicked breaths.

"Bruce."

All his attention focused on Jeremiah, his breaths slowly began to steady while meeting his gaze. Bruce didn't question why he was so calming to him, he just seeked comfort and Jeremiah was the one who gave that to him.

"No one here will hurt you, they follow Ra's command. As I said before, we share the same goal and that goal includes keeping you safe from harm."

Bruce once again let his eyes wander to the floor, but this time slightly more comforted. But, instead of showing Jeremiah he was comforted by what the man had said, he repeated the reason he agreed to follow him.

"I only want to help Selina, that's the only reason I'm here."

Jeremiah let a small smirk appear on the corner of his mouth before it quickly returned to a straight line. He knew that Bruce was comforted, and that was only part of what played a role in what convinced Bruce to follow him. But, he played along with his white lie.

"Yes, you'll get the information soon enough."

After at least a few minutes of looking towards the floor, Bruce began to look around, trying his best to ignore Jeremiah's continuous stare. There was five of, what Bruce assumed, Ra's assassin's. Only two seemed to pay any attention to Bruce while the rest were distracted by other things or having there own small conversation. His gaze slowly wandered towards Jeremiah,

"Where are we going?"

"None of your concern. Now, what I would like to know is how is your butler doing?"

"None of your concern."

Jeremiah's expression went from curious to amused. Once again letting a smirk appear on his face, and this time letting it stay there.

"Based on your reply you don't seem to be very mournful Bruce. I certainly would be if a dear friend of mine had died."

Bruce stared at Jeremiah with a confused expression.