Confession

Part Two

Raven didn't actually get to go to sleep that night,or return home. She was still dressed in her gray trousers, her holster and badge strapped under her blazer. Captain Grayson had been especially hard on her, pushing her to follow every lead she could think of - leave no stone unturned and all of that. Even though her whole body was still reeling from what had happened in her apartment, she knew that she needed to pull her shit together and get her job done.

She just... hadn't imagined that her lead would bring her... here. She looked around the immaculately decorated office and sighed.

"Mister Wayne will arrive in just a moment. You can have a seat in the meantime, Detective. I'm sure he'll be happy to answer any questions you might have."

Raven turned around and stared at the secretary, watching as she left, hurrying down the hall. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, smelling the faint scent of Damian's spiced soap, the same scent that was now on her own sheets. She fidgeted with her ponytail, trying to make sense of her feelings. Damian Wayne had been the source of her stupid crush for years. The same entitled asshole who came bursting into the precinct with donuts and trying to charm the other detectives into giving up details on a case. He was the same idiot who donned black kevlar and drank bourbon while sitting on her couch. The same idiot who saved her on more than one occasion. The same idiot who's life she had saved on more than one occasion.

The same idiot she had incredibly inconvenient feelings for. Including arousal, which was definitely inconvenient considering she was supposed to be elbows-deep into an investigation. Which now included the entirety of Wayne industries. Her head was starting to hurt and she felt exhausted. She really, really needed to sleep.

The door behind her clicked opened and she heard the familiar cadence of Damian's footsteps enter into the plush, carpeted office. He paused behind her, and she heard the swift intake of breath, as if he wasn't quite expecting her. Did that secretary even do her job?

"Detective Roth?"

She stood up and turned around to face him, trying to keep her face as calm as possible. Somehow, in the bright early-afternoon light, he looked even more handsome, which was so not helping. "Mister Wayne. I'm here about the break-ins at the docks."

He lifted an eyebrow, moving towards his desk at the other end of the office. "I've heard about them. But I fail to see what this has to do with me."

"All the manifests of the ships that have been targeted have been carriers or suppliers from Wayne Industries." She noted the slight twitch to his lips, as if he was shocked by that information, but otherwise he kept a straight face. Raven pushed at her ponytail. "You can understand why that seems suspicious and why we would want to do a preliminary questioning."

"Well, considering we own nearly seventy percent of the import and export business in the city, it's not all that suspicious that Wayne Industries came up in manifests." He cocked his head to the side, his eyes sweeping over her form. For a moment, it was almost as if he was appreciating her, but knew better than to talk about it. "But I'm sure you know that. I'm happy to answer any questions you might have, Detective."

"You have the right to request this conversation at the precinct if you wish." Raven watched as he settled behind his desk. "If you'd rather there were lawyers present-"

"I have nothing to hide." He met her stare, eyes dark. "If you need to ask something, you may continue. I'll answer to the best of my ability, and what I can't answer today, I can contact you at a later date."

"Yes, sir." She reached for her notepad out of her blazer pocket and flipped it open. "Where were you last night at 2:00 AM?"

"I was... indisposed, with a friend of mine." His voice held a low rumble, like he was reliving a rather enjoyable memory.