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Song (s) –Light of the Moon (The Pretenders)
Three days had passed since Christmas Eve.
Pushing his black leather chair back from the oak desk, Bruce Thomas Wayne rose to his feet and walked over to the large floor to ceiling blindless window that looked out over the financial hub of Gotham City. Placing his palm against the window glass, he looked down into the snowy streets and watched as the heavy coated suited citizens of the financial world struggled through the slush and dirty snow.
Ignoring the throbbing cold against his skin, Bruce fixed his eyes on a black tie, black pea coated man as he slipped forward on his shoes and fell down hard against his briefcase.
In the last forty eight hours, Gotham City had been pummeled by the heaviest snowfall on record. Accidents galore littered the streets both main and side and more than once on his drive in from the Manor house did he feel the back of end of the black Mercedes fish tale under Alfred's firm steering. More than once did his eyes fall on the collision of motor vehicle and metal trash cans that had once been perched collectively as a group on the sidewalks.
Running his fingers over the three day old growth on his chin, Bruce paid no attention to the flashing red light that he knew was still flashing on his desk phone behind him. All morning he had ignored both the direct calls from those who had permission and those from his replacement secretary Valerie. Only once since 8am did she dare knock twice and enter through the double wooden doors that led into his makeshift office on the twelve floor of the Kaiser Building before she caught his cold glare and doubled back with numerous apologies falling out of her mouth.
"You'll have to turn around sometime soon, son" the voice of Thomas Wayne broke out through his mind as Bruce tapped his thumb nail against the cold window pane.
Nodding his head, Bruce knew his father was right. In turning around, he would be unable to ignore the three page hand written letter that held the forever parting words of his young wife. Their marriage had lasted not even half a year. Their first Christmas would never be, instead it would forever mark for the both of them as the breaking point.
Letting out a deep breath, Bruce folded his arms over his broad chest and shrugged his shoulders as he turned around, eyes focused on the spread out pages of Rebecca's letter…
Feeling the elevator shaft coming to a slow halt, Bruce stepped out and wiped the white towel once more over his face and over his dark hair. If wearing the Bat suit for hours on end was not one hell of a workout in itself? Then he didn't know what could ever match.
Pushing open the hidden door, his eyes met a study where both floor lamps were brightly burning and the metal door to the wall safe was wide open. Slowly walking across the Indian carpet, Bruce reached out and touched his fingers to the door before looking inside. Nothing inside looked like it had been disturbed, until his eyes fell upon a half opened velvet box pushed up against the side of the safe wall.
Swallowing hard, he knew who had been in the safe.
Besides Alfred and himself, Rebecca had been the only other person who knew the safe's code. Reaching fully inside the safe, he pulled out the stack of white envelopes and quickly scanned the titles.
Nothing in her maiden name flashed by his eyes.
Throwing all the envelopes back into the safe, the tall dark haired young man didn't need to step outside into the snow to see that Rebecca's car was not parked in the wide private driveway. He didn't need to be told that she was no longer in the house.
Closing the safe door, Bruce left the study lights on as he walked down the hallway and emerged in the open foyer at the bottom stairs. Shifting his eyes across the marble floor, Bruce caught sight of still glowing embers in the fireplace and as he walked into the grand living room, he felt the heat off the burning logs as soft snores met his ears.
Lying stretched out on the brown sofa Alfred Pennyworth's snores slowly subsided as Bruce's eyes fell upon a familiar black and white framed photograph that stood up on the side table next to a white sealed, unaddressed envelope. Reaching out, his fingers lightly touched over the frozen smiles of his parents before he took up the white envelope.
Once before had he arrived home to find a similar envelope, and he knew that this envelope contained the last written words from Rebecca.
And it was not something that he wanted to read in his current physical and mental state.
Letting the envelope fall from his fingers and back down onto the side table, Bruce picked up his towel and headed for the stairs and nice long hot shower. Taking the stairs slowly, he knew that she was gone, that he had finally and permanently driven her away and out of his life. The second woman that he had ever loved had now been driven out in complete fear of…
Never again would he feel her warm body next to his in their shared white sheeted bed. Never would he catch the slight tresses of red that hid in her long dark hair. And never would he watch her grow and blossom in her first time in young motherhood.
Rounding the white pillar at the corner of the stairs, Bruce strode into the dark master bedroom and straight into the equally dark bathroom. Tossing aside the towel in his hand, he shed his t-shirt and jogging pants into a heap on the tiled floor and let out a low growl as the scalding hot water flowed from the shower head and onto his bare skin.
Running his hands through his wet hair, Bruce closed his eyes as he flexed his strong fingers that hours earlier had caressed the soft flesh of her breasts…
"Tell me your name" he had moaned as his lips touched the lower part of her exposed throat.
Feeling her fingers tracing around the edges of his mask, he reached up and stopped her.
"And how and I suppose to read your face to know that I am giving you all that you want?" Selina whispered as she felt his bare hands pushing up beneath her black sweater.
Growling against her lips, Bruce brought his eyes down to her delicate fingers that were lingering against his utility belt.
"This might take some work" Selina smiled as she brought her eyes up to meet his catching her breath as the Batman brought his mouth down hard against hers.
Slamming his first down against the taps, Bruce listened to the slow dripping of the water droplets as he rested his head against the tile wall. It was bad enough that he had given in to the temptations of a man who was both in lust and angered with the fact that his seemingly perfect life was not to be granted.
Waiting for her to exit through the crash bar door and round the corner, he could taste the feelings of both anxious and unfaithful as he played it out in his mind of just how he would approach her.
He knew she had wanted it too.
Giving his head a hard shake, Bruce stepped out of the shower stall and caught sight of a table lamp on in the bedroom as he passed towards the mirror above the double marble sink.
It could only be one other person.
Wrapping a towel around his waist, Bruce walked out of the bathroom and saw no one in the room. Nobody on the other side of the King sized bed, and no one around the corners of the room. Besides the table light lit on the far side of the room, there was only one other piece of evidence that someone had been in the room prior to him re-emerging.
The white envelope that lay in the middle of the perfectly made bed…
Blinking his eyes quickly, Bruce walked up to the edge of his desk, picked up the receiver of his phone and sat it back down in its holder.
Whoever it was, they could wait. Forever if he chose.
Slipping off his expensive navy blue Mastuda suit jacket, Bruce rolled up his dress shirt sleeves and loosened his black tie. In the three days since he had come home to her letter, he had carried it around in his inside jacket pocket. Only now, was he about to take the time to read back the first words.
Rubbing his fingers against his temples, Bruce coughed once before spreading the three pages side by side in front of him. Focusing his eyes, he began to read.
Her early years had been spent in the expensive boroughs of London, yet she had never felt entirely at ease among her fellow British aristocratic students and now, as she walked down the cleared sidewalks past the stone walls of her old prep school in Belgravia, Rebecca didn't bother to give the school a second glance.
She had been back on British soil for all of three days and had only spoken to one person of whom she was on her way to meet at the local Patisserie Valerie Café. Pulling tight the white scarf that was wrapped around her neck, her breath snacked around her face as she looked for an outdoor seat.
"Excuse me, would it be possible to have a table and chairs set up for just outside?" Rebecca questioned in an accented voice that sounded as foreign to herself as it did being on solid British ground.
Receiving a puzzling stare, Rebecca smiled as she slipped a one hundred pound note into the waiting man's hand.
"Nothing gets done without a little monetary prompt" she whispered as she watched a round table and two elegantly coiled chairs being carried out onto the sidewalk.
"When I listened to my answering machine early this morning, I was really hoping that it was not the Christmas holidays, but rather an early April Fool's joke."
Hearing the elderly woman's voice approaching her left side, Rebecca shook her head in a no gesture and turned her eyes onto the soft blues of Alice Pennyworth.
"I have a table being set up just outside on the sidewalk" Rebecca spoke as Alice turned around order two black coffee's.
"Are you worried someone will hear us? Or…find you?" Alice whispered as she waved off the offer for milk and sugar.
Taking their seats outside in the chilly winter London air, Alice pushed one of the cups across the table to the young bundled up mother to be.
"Alfred told me, that you and Bruce are expecting. I would congratulate you both, but he also told me that you have left Bruce. Permanently it seems this time" Alice whispered as she lightly took a sip of the hot black liquid.
"His secrets have…pushed me to leaving him. I need to do what's best for our child" Rebecca spoke softly as she watched the steam of the coffee swirled up and disappeared into the air.
"I know why you left him Rebecca, and I can only implore that you go back to Gotham City for the sake of your child and the fact that I know you love him enough to make your marriage work through his secret."
Straightening her back against the coiled chair, Alice's words hit her stomach like a punch.
"You, know about Bruce? Who he really…"
Stopping her words at the sight of Alice's shaking head; Rebecca lightly rested her fingers against the sides of her cup.
"Bruce is separate from the Batman. He uses Batman to"
"No, no he is not. Alice, you have no idea what he has put me through" Rebecca blurted out as she started to cry. Wiping away the tears in her eyes, she felt her hands being taken by Alice's as she tenderly rubbed her fingers in a motherly way.
"You are young Rebecca. All of nineteen years and still a teenager. We all wish that Bruce would have told you before you fell in love, but you have to understand, he loves you more than his own life and he would give his own life to protect you" Alice whispered as she held onto Rebecca's hands.
"I can't go back to him Alice. Deep down inside of me there may still be love for him, but I love my child more, and will not put him or her through this secret. I asked you here Alice as a friend to talk to, seeing how my only friend in Gotham City was savagely murdered and Bruce left me on my own to play Batman in the night" Rebecca spoke as Alice released her hands.
Averting her blue eyes, Alice watched as a middle aged woman tugged at the hand of a toddler child in a bright red jacket across the street towards the park.
"And you don't think that Bruce will find you and demand custody? You running off like this Rebecca does not look good for either of you. I'm assuming you don't need money" Alice spoke as she reaffixed her eyes onto the young woman seated across from her.
"I have my own money; I don't need any help from the Wayne Family Trust, Rebecca replied as she finally took her first sip of the now cooling hot coffee, trying hard to suppress the actual realization that her husband could destroy her legally if he chose . And I have thought hard about Bruce's parental rights. I won't make it a secret as to where I choose to restart my life. Where I choose to raise our child, I am giving him the decision as to his involvement, what I do need though Alice, is from you."
Setting his eyes onto the third and final page of Rebecca's letter, Bruce tugged at his tie until he pulled it clean off and tossed it to his right, not bothering to watch as it landed on the floor in disarray.
It was true, she was truly leaving him. As to the now limbo of their marriage union, he had not read the word "separation" or "divorce" anywhere in the previous pages…
"I want her to have everything Alfred. Everything that belongs to me, I want Rebecca to have. I owe that much to her."
Hearing his charge's struggling words, Alfred Pennyworth sat the silver tray down on the side table and made his way over silently to the hastily and bunched up closed window blinds.
"It is best Alfred if she leaves Gotham City for good" Bruce added as he moved his eyes away from the breakfast tray and began to examine a fresh bruise that had not been caused by the movements of a violent struggle.
In fact, quite the opposite.
"Mrs. Wayne leaving Gotham City might be best for her health, but to have to leave due to the absent love, care, and attention from the man she loves and the father of her unborn child, I place nothing but absolute blame on you, Sir."
Throwing his eyes up onto Alfred's angered face; Bruce merely threw off the bed covers and marched towards the bathroom.
"You have responsibilities Master Bruce, as a father and as a husband, and if you are not willing to give up parading around the night sky as a masked creature for the love of a woman that so desperately wanted you, then Sir, I might just wash my hands of you" Alfred spoke forcefully as he watched Bruce Thomas Wayne reappear suddenly in the doorway.
"Do you really think that all this could have been averted Alfred if I had told her in the beginning about Batman? Absolutely not. She had her mind made up, and there is and was nothing that I could have said and done to change that. I wish that she was not pregnant Alfred. Not pregnant so that I wouldn't have to offer one single thought on her anymore."
If words could have broken a heart, the elderly butler might have felt his own cease to beat with blood as he felt his face go cold.
"You have gone truly mad Master Bruce. Both your parents would have been ashamed at the words that have fallen from their only child's mouth" Alfred whispered icily as he turned and exited the room with firm footing…
Turning over the final page of Rebecca's letter, the seated man straightened his posture and tapped his thumb nail against the paper.
If he wanted to, he could hire private investigators that could find her in a matter of days, hours perhaps. They could tell him where she was, what she was doing, and he could mount such a legal team against her that the remaining millions in her own private bank account would be wiped out if she chose to fight him.
But he could never do that to her.
Rising once more from his chair, Bruce looked down at the gold band on his finger and slowly slipped it off. Cradling it in the palm of his creased hand, he knew that wearing it would only serve as a reminder of what he had truly given up for the City of Gotham. To its citizens, he was forsaking his hope for love, his responsibilities as a husband and father, and his mental sanity. To the criminals that lurked in the alleys and viciously plotted to take down the spirit and hope of one of America's most enduring and powerful cities, he would rise to fight them.
Returning to his desk, Bruce slowly opened the top drawer and pushed aside the black day planner that he had never once used and grabbed the long rectangular box that held one of the more precious memories of his childhood. Sliding the lid off, his brown eyes fell upon his late father's grey stethoscope. Running the tip of his finger along the black ear pieces, Bruce smiled as his favorite childhood memory came flashing back of his father steadying the cold receptor against his heart while Bruce listened intently to the beating of his own small heart.
Swallowing hard, he slid the gold wedding band into the box and watched as it came to rest against the soft velvet of the inner wall.
Two of his most precious memories in life were now being kept together. The man who had been his role model and mentor for the early years of his life, and the woman who had stolen his heart and accepted more heartache and heartbreak than any human being in a lifetime should experience.
Closing the box, he replaced it in the drawer and folded up Rebecca's letter before tucking it into his black pant pocket. Tonight, he would throw it into the roaring fire at Wayne Manor. He would order Alfred to have the penthouse closed up and everything draped in protective sheets. If Alfred so truly wanted to rid himself of Bruce and his growing madness, he would not interfere with the resignation of a dear friend.
Reaching out, Bruce pressed the call button and waited for the voice of his secretary to respond.
"Yes Mister Wayne?" the young girl's shaking tone wavered as she waited for a verbal lashing of some sort.
"Get me Selina Kyle's phone number please" he ordered as he released the button without waiting for an acknowledgement.
Walking back over to the large window that displayed a hellish looking winter wonderland, he wondered just what awaited for him when the daylight ended…
When the night sky would be upon him and he had all the time in the world to think about the tragic wishes that had failed to come true.
END OF PART 1
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