After visiting Fish Mooney's club, she returns home and finds most of her staff/ friends are brutally murdered. She runs back to Fish and explains what happened when she returned home. Fish calls in a favor with the GCPD. And they come to investigat...
A few weeks later and I was feeling a bit better. My maid came in with a tray of breakfast and she began rummaging through my closet.
"What are you doing, Marcy?"
"I'm picking your outfit mistress! It's time you get up and out! You've had enough wallowing around. And it's time you had a little bit of merriment!"
"Why do you care Marcy?"
"Because it's not just my job! I care about you because you remind me of my little sister. She passed away 9 years ago. She was playing with her kitten when it ran in the middle of the road. She ran to get it but a car came and hit them both. A hit to the head did her in..." Marcy sniffled.
"I'm so sorry Marcy. How old was she?"
"She was six I was 14..." she said.
"I'm so sorry..."
"It's alright miss! She's in a better place now. Playing to her heart's content." Marcy smiled at me. "Now hurry up and eat your breakfast! You've got a big day ahead of you!"
"How so? I haven't made any plans for today."
"Well me and the boys, Jason and Riley, have a little something planned for you!"
"What is it?"
"Can't tell you that mistress!" She booked me on my nose.
"Oh come on I'm too old for the nose boop!"
"No your not! Your only 19!"
"Fine whatever!"
I ate my breakfast in silence as Marcy ironed out my outfit.
I finished my breakfast and excused Marcy. I got dressed and headed out of my bedroom.
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"Marcy?! I'm finished!"
"Ah alright!" She came and took the tray from my hands. "Now come on down stairs!"
I did as I was told and began thinking...
If it's just me here, I should probably get rid of some staff, and quite a few other things. Of course I'd keep the mansion but I should also buy a small house for living. I could have the mansion on lockdown and keep it for.... other things...
"Marcy! Get me a contractor on the phone or make an appointment! And please make a list of items in the mansion! I want an inventory done! Oh and call a antique collector! I want an appointment by the end of the week. If they don't have time, tell them to make time!" I ordered as I made my way to my men.
"Alright take me wherever you planned to."
"Yes Miss." Riley said opening the door for me.
"Wayne manor coming right up!" Robert, my chauffeur, said as he tipped his hat at me.
"Wayne manor?" I asked Riley and Jason.
"Yes ma'am, thought it'd be best to see a friendly face." Jason explained.
"But I see friendly faces every day!" I said slightly opposed to the idea.
"We do not count Miss." Riley said
"What about Marcy?" I questioned
"Neither does she ma'am." Jason replied
"Us, staff, don't count." Riley said.
"Ugh why?! I don't want to see that spoiled twat!"
"His parents were murdered a few weeks ago miss. He needs a friend right about now. You've been through the same thing. You can help him get through this..." Riley spoke again.
"What? How? I-I... why didn't I hear of this sooner?"
"We didn't know how to bring it up and we also figured you might have heard about it from the news."
"No I... I didn't." I looked down and felt ashamed for how I was acting earlier. I looked up with a newfound sense of determination. "Robert! Step on it! I want to get there as fast as possible!"
We had soon arrived at Wayne manor. Robert got out of the car and held the door open for me.
"Thank you Robert"
"Your welcome Miss."
"Please Wait here, I believe this will be a short visit."
"Will do ma'am will do."
"Thank you."
He tipped his hat at me once more and went back to the car.
"Riley, Jason, aren't you coming?"
"We have a bit of business to attend to madame..." Jason said
"We'll join you shortly miss" said Riley.
And at that they drove off.
I knocked on the mansion door. No answer. I used the door knocker. Still no answer. Finally I rang the door bell.
"I'm coming I'm coming. You better not be another bloody reporter! Or I'll be calling the police!" Exclaimed someone I could only assume to be the butler.
I hope Bruce is doing well. Despite the circumstances. It sounds as though the reporters have been giving him hell.
The butler snatched the door open.
"And who might you be miss? If you're another reporter wanting to get to young master Bruce, about his parents I bid you good day!" He began to shut the door in my face.
I jammed my foot in the doorway, while it hurt, I kept my smile. Although I did wince.
"No sir, I'm simply a friend, coming to give my condolences and to comfort my friend in his time of need."
"Is that so? Name miss?"
"My name is Isabelle Jessylin Pennington. And I've come to see Bruce Wayne."
