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The One That Got Away Part 2

The terrorist attack targeting Wayne National Bank nearly three years ago left only one survivor behind: Y/N almost died from the injuries, but she was lucky enough to wake up at the hospital days later. It was so hard to cope with the news: on top of losing her eye-sight, the young woman lost her co-workers also and strangely enough the one responsible for the entire tragedy wasn't The Clown Prince of Crime. 

Four weeks later

"Now we're going up five steps," Bruce announces and you carefully walk holding on to his arm. "Almost there. Do you want more champagne or a cocktail?"

"Actually Mister Wayne, I would like a shot of whiskey," you reply and he signals the bartender.

"I wouldn't mind one either," he adds and orders: "Two shots of whiskey please!"

"How long do we have to be here?" you exhale, enjoying the ambiance nevertheless. You wish this could be one of the instances when you are able to see; it must be a really fancy venue. Unfortunately, your vision didn't return at all after the incident leading up to The Joker saving you from the Triple Star gang.

"Maybe another hour or so, unless you don't feel well and then I can drive you back to your apartment."

"I'm ok, no worries. It's just a bit weird: I'm not used to this kind of stuff," a nervous Y/N confesses.

"Charity balls can be overwhelming," Bruce nods in agreement. "Everyone talks and talks, eats, drinks and talks some more. The purpose is to make these rich people give up on their money for good causes so it's worth it."

You laugh at his honesty, making sure to underline you're grateful for the opportunity:

"Thank you for including my charity; I really appreciate it and it means a lot. I will be able to help more people."

"It's the least I can do," Bruce sighs, grabbing the drinks from the bartender. "Here you go," the glass is given to you. "Since this year it was my turn to organize the event, might as well use the hype from what happened to the Angel of Gotham and get you more funding. Sorry, I don't want to sound insensitive," he apologizes when he notices the change in your mood. "That was stupid to say," Bruce admonishes himself and you try to stir the conversation towards another topic.

"It's fine; I understand what you mean, Mister Wayne," you taste a sip of alcohol and continue. "If you want to ask any questions about what happened... you can."

The billionaire puckers his lips, debating on the unexpected chance to dig out some information that could shed some light on your abduction and surprising intervention from The Clown Prince of Crime. He did read the police report with your statement courtesy of Commissar Gordon, yet off the record discussion is more than welcomed.

"Let's go on the terrace then for more privacy," he suggests and you take Bruce's arm again, following his guidance.

You pass by people engaged in several chats, hoping nobody will stop you for trivial interrogations you're not comfortable answering.