Chapter2

"Come on, just three more steps.... Finally!" I spoke, out of breath. Jesus Christ there's too many stairs to this place.

 

Walking up to the door, I rang the doorbell, flinching a little as it rang loudly. A few moments later, no one had answered. I rang it again, but didn't flinch. I turned my back to the door, looking at all the stairs, the well trimmed shrubbery, and the well kept yard.

I picked a green leaf off the tree, twisting it around in between my thin fingers as I heard the faint tearing of the small piece of nature.

 

The door opened at last and I turned around, meeting yet another attractive guy. Only this one wasn't as dark.

 

My eyes trailed over the dark blue button up, the blue jeans, the black socks, and finally back up and to his, shocker, blue eyes.

 

"Please be looking for me," he said, checking me out as I did to him.

 

"Sorry, darling. I'm here for Bruce," I said, strolling past him as I walked into the large manor, looking up at the ceiling that was well above my head, even if that's not saying much. As I past him, I caught a look of disappointment on his lovely face.

 

"Veronica?" A smooth voice asked. I turned on my heel and saw the man I've been looking for, for the passed year standing before me.

 

"Bruce?" I raised my eyebrows. I hadn't seen him since I was a mere 3 year old. He was much more well built, his black v-neck tight against his biceps and broad chest, and for once, a warm smile played on his lips.

 

"What are you doing here?" He asked.

 

"I'm just traveling around a bit and decided to come here," I half lied.

 

"I suppose you're here to stay for a while?" He assumed, nodding at my bag. I nodded in return.

 

"Alfred! Please show Bancroft to her old room!" He called. I glanced over and caught the other male, helping himself to the view of my a*s. He diverted his gaze as soon as the butler came, taking my bag.

 

"Right this way, Miss Bancroft," he said, his accent thick.

 

"More stairs... Wonderful," I muttered, under my breath.

Once everything was settled in, Bruce, Richard and I were sitting in the den, talking.

 

"So where's your father?" Bruce asked.

 

"Rotting in hell, I believe."

 

"Why? What happened?"

 

"A bunch of goddamn clowns killed he and mom almost a year ago. You're a hard man to find, Mr. Wayne."

 

"Clowns?" He and Richard exchanged a look when I nodded.

 

"Yeah. There was about twelve of them, it was odd."

 

"Have you found Sanova, yet?" He changed the subject.

 

"Sanova?" I sat forwards, resting my elbows on my knees. "It's been almost six years, Bruce. She's my sister but even I have to assume she's dead."

 

"Veronica got can't just-"

"So! How was your trip over here?" Richard interrupted Bruce.

 

'Other than being eye-raped and running into a hot guy?' I thought silently.

 

"Eh, it was pretty boring. There's too many Bruce Wayne's in the phone book," I said.

 

He nodded and we sat in silence for a moment. I dug in my jacket pocket for my phone, pulling out a piece of paper with it. I read the small slip of paper and shook my head.

We talked for a while before I went back to my large, cream colored room. I flopped ungracefully onto the king sized bed and took out my phone, once again.

 

'You smooth f****r.' I typed. Not even a minute later, there was a reply.

 

'Well hello there, Doll Face XD'

 

V: 'Randal, I don't even wish to know how you got your number into my phone and the note in my pocket.'

 

R: 'Lel. It was too easyyyyy'

 

V: 'Stalker.'

 

R: 'OMF GUESS WHAT!'

 

V: 'I'm slightly frightened, but what?'

 

R: 'I know where you live.'

 

V: 'wait what??"

 

R: 'I'm kiddinggggg'

 

I didn't reply, quickly getting bored. I don't now why I was talking to him-he could be a serial killer for all I know!

 

'but damn he's hot.' I thought, silently.

 

R: 'hey, you wanna chill at the park later?'

 

'I don't need to be around him,' my gut told me. I don't know why, but I knew I shouldn't be anywhere near that guy...but I kinda like that feeling...

 

V: 'See you there.'