Voicemails

by dead2self

Summary: After returning from Hong Kong, Bruce finds Rachel has left several upset voicemails on his cell phone. Slight Bruce/Rachel.


Fresh back from Hong Kong, Bruce Wayne stumbled into his penthouse, shedding his armor as he went. He had been up without sleep for nearly forty-eight hours, and after dropping off Lao at the station, all he really wanted to do was sleep. He passed through the kitchen, picking up his personal cell phone that he had left at home for the trip, and blinked in surprise. Eleven voicemails?

Stumbling toward his bedroom, Bruce played back the messages.

"Hi, Bruce, it's Rachel." Her voice was terse. "Call me back when you get this message."

Beep

"Hi Bruce, Rachel again. We need to talk."

Beep

"Bruce, call me back."

Beep

"Alright, Bruce, if you're going to ignore me I'll just tell you in a message. That was one of the most childish things you've done in a long time. Taking the entire Russian ballet on a cruise just to ruin my date with Harvey? Can you get any more trivial Bruce? I was so embarrassed, and Har—"

Beep

"It cut me off. I was so embarrassed, Bruce, you have no idea. Harvey bought me a dress, and where did I get to wear it to? A coffee shop by the theatre. Harvey thought it was funny, but he's not going to let me hear the end of this. You're not acting like a best friend; you're acting like a jealous—"

Beep

"You're acting like a jealous boyfriend. Harvey doesn't understand why I'm such good friends with you. Couldn't you just make a little effort to like him? Or at least act normal around him and get him to like you. Well, I won't fill up your voicemail anymore. Bye."

Beep

"Okay, Bruce, why haven't you called me back? Now you're just being ridiculous."

Beep

"Bruce, are you okay? Please just give me a call."

Beep

"Bruce, I'm getting really worried. Are you okay? Please call me back."

Beep

"Bruce, if you're there, please call me back. I'm not mad anymore. It wasn't even a big deal; I still had a good time with Harvey. Just… Call me back, Bruce."

Beep

"I got a hold of Alfred and he told me you were out of the country, but he wouldn't say where. I just talked to Harvey and I think I can guess. I'm sorry about all the messages. Please call me when you get home… I love you… bye."

Bruce couldn't hold back the small smile that rose to his lips. Sinking down onto his bed, he closed his eyes and listened to the last message one more time. His head was swimming with exhaustion and he was nodding in and out of sleep, but he had to call her back. It was late and he got her voicemail.

"Hi Rachel, it's Bruce. Sorry, I was in Hong Kong for business and I left my personal phone at home. And I'm sorry about the ballet; it was Alfred's idea. Sorry I worried you. Everything is okay. I think you'll be pleased with the present I brought back for you. I'll see you soon… I…….'night."