A/N: Sorry it took so long to update. 3 stories in progress makes it hard to update as fast as I want to, and on top of that I have final exams next week. Also, this chapter is kind of a filler 'cause I'm still trying to figure out exactly where I'm goin with this story. Hope you like it anyways.

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Chapter 4 - My Father

You'd think after you became an adult, your parents would leave you alone, right? Mine didn't. Specifically my father, my mom being dead and all. Before I moved to New York he was always dragging me and Brian to all the high-class, super boring parties hoping we'll meet and marry someone from another rich family that would be good for his business.

And that's not all. He'd always bug us about our behavior and telling us to be careful about what we do and who we're seen with. “I've got a good reputation, and I won't let you brats ruin it.” That's what he'd always say. Great guy, huh?

Those were the two main reasons I moved to New York in the first place. Now that I'm back, it's happening all over again.

I've been at Wayne Manor, healing up, for about three days now. Somehow, in all this time, I've “forgotten” to inform my father about this. So, guess what he did?

“Bruce!”

Bruce ran into one of the many living rooms in his manor where I was sitting on the couch. “What?!”

I was too shocked and angry to speak so I just pointed at the TV.

“Oh my God.” Bruce plopped down next to me.

“What do we do?” I asked him, “If someone finds out I'm here, you could get arrested for kidnapping.”

OK, you're probably like, 'Kidnapping? Did I miss something?' Let me fill you in. I was sitting here, watching TV, and all of a sudden the show is interrupted for breaking news. And you know what those news were? Elizabeth Collins, me, has been missing for three days and may have been kidnapped. My father overreacted just a bit, don't you think?

“Nah, just tell him you were mugged and you're staying with me until you're healed. He's just overreacting 'cause he's worried about you.” Worried about me? More like worried about his reputation.

I stared at him, “Have you ever met my father?”

Bruce chuckled at my expression, “No, I haven't. He can't be that bad can he?”

“Why do you think I moved to New York?” I said and suppressed the urge to say 'duh!'

“Oh.” He glanced at the TV then back at me, “Why would he want people to think you were kidnapped? Especially by me?”

“Well, he probably doesn't want people to think I was kidnapped, but if he finds out I've been with you he'll probably make it look like one so you would lose tons clients with Wayne Enterprises and he would gain tons of clients,” I told him matter-of-factly.

“He would really do that?” Bruce asked, shocked.

“My father would do anything if it means more money.”

He cursed, “He has no proof you were kidnapped.”

I looked at him seriously, “He doesn't need proof, Bruce.”

He sighed, exasperated and rested his head on the back of the couch, staring at the ceiling. “What do we do?” He asked, repeating my question earlier.

“We'll need some proof that you didn't kidnap me. Even my father can't go up against hard evidence,” I told him. But what can we use? I can't let my father ruin Bruce's life like this.

“What about Brian? He knows you're not kidnapped,” Bruce suggested, “And your injuries? That's proof you got mugged.”

I shook my head, “It's Brian's word against my father's. And the injuries would just make it worse, they'd think you were the one who hurt me.”

“Why don't you tell the news station that you weren't? They'd believe you.”

“My father wouldn't let me within a mile's radius of the press until he lets them know you kidnapped me, and it's downhill from there. Nothing I could do.”

“We'll just have to get to the press before he finds out then,” Bruce said getting up.

Alfred poked his head in the door, “Mr. Collins is here, Master Bruce. Looking for his daughter I presume.”

“Somehow, I think that's going to a bit hard now,” I said to Bruce as he cursed again.

Jonathan Collins, a tall man with graying brown hair and cold green eyes, walked briskly and business-like into the Wayne Manor. He followed the butler, named Alfred apparently. Like he cared. He was just here to retrieve his daughter.

He had told the Gotham News station that Elizabeth was missing and probably kidnapped, he knew full well she wasn't. Before doing so, his trouble-maker of a son had let it slip that she was here. A horrible plan formed in his twisted mind. He was going to make it look like Wayne kidnapped Elizabeth, thus rendering him client-less. And where are all those clients going? To him.

He smiled wickedly at his sinister brilliance, but let it drop to a scowl as the butler and him arrived at their destination.

Alfred opened the door and announced Mr. Collins' presence. A moment later Alfred opened the door all the way, gesturing for him to enter the room, and he did so.

Elizabeth was sitting on a couch while Bruce stood near her, his expression unreadable. Elizabeth's was one of anger. He walked over to her and gripped her upper arm, pulling her to her feet. She let out a cry of pain, but he ignored it.

“Let's go Elizabeth,” he commanded and looked at Bruce trying not to smile evilly, “The police have been informed about this.”

Elizabeth yanked her arm away from him, “Bruce didn't kidnap me!”

“Oh, I know.” He said, this time not able to suppress the dark grin from spreading across his face.

Elizabeth stared at him shocked, but it quickly turned to anger. “How could you?!”

“Very easily,” He glanced at Wayne, “You can deny it all you want, but... let's just say the police in this city are very corrupted.”

“So you paid them off? You're going to ruin my life... just so you can make more money?” Wayne asked in a dangerous tone.

“Yes, yes I am,” he said and grabbed Elizabeth's arm again and started pulling her toward the door.

Wayne was at the door in a flash, blocking Mr. Collins from leaving, “Let her go.”

“Why should I?” He sneered.

“Because you're under arrest Jonathan Collins, for paying police officers to make it look like Bruce Wayne kidnapped your daughter. And I'm sure there's many other things I could find out to arrest you for.”

Oh, thank God.

Bruce stepped aside revealing Jim Gordon and a few other officers of the GPD. My father immediately released my arm leaving behind a red hand print as Lt. Gordon stepped into the living room and handcuffed my father. I went to Bruce's side, glad but confused at the situation.

“Are you okay?” Bruce asked me quietly.

“Yeah, I'm fine.” He didn't believe me. I don't blame him. First, I'm all over the news, announced kidnapped. Next, my father shows up and is now getting arrested.

Two of the other officers led my father away, he was spouting nonsense, like: 'I'm innocent!' or 'Do you know who I am? You can't arrest me!' and 'This is not going to be good for my reputation'. Got that right.

Before he left the room he shot Bruce a glare. The phrase 'If looks could kill' came to mind.

Gordon stayed behind and asked us a few questions, mostly if I was all right. I told him the same thing I told Bruce. Once he had all he needed he turned to leave, but I stopped him. I had a question of my own.

“How did you know?”

He grinned, “You mean how'd I know your father paid off the police? And that he was here?” I nodded, “The butler, Alfred, called and explained the situation, telling us you weren't kidnapped and that your father might try to frame Bruce. I found out the majority of the police force was paid off by him and, also thanks to Alfred, we knew he was here, so we came to arrest him.”

Gordon left after that and I went to find Alfred. He was in the kitchen, as usual.

“Exciting evening, Miss Collins, don't you think?” He said about to pour a drink.

I hugged him. He was slightly surprised, and I'm sure his expression was priceless 'cause I heard Bruce laughing behind me. “You are officially the best butler ever.”

Alfred chuckled, “Hardly, Miss Collins.”

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