WOW, it's been SOOOO damn long, I'm sorry! I have a good excuse though, I lost my password and when I tried to get it back I found out that the email associated to this account was like really old and I couldn't change the password or get it back... I feel so bad! But good news... the story is almost finished already since I haven't stopped writing! Please don't hate me too much! This chapter is mostly transitional but I promise the next one is going to be good, I wasn't going to say anything but it will be from Bruce's perspective!
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They were leaving the ER as Susie explained Bruce how Ann's medication worked for the hundredth time.
"I think he understands, Suze." Ann said, starting to feel her headache worsen.
Susie sighed and looked directly at Bruce, ignoring her friend. "If you need anything, you have my number; don't hesitate to call, no matter how late."
"Thank you." Bruce answered, smiling charmingly.
"Intoxicated Annie is so much fun… I'm kind of jealous." Her friend replied with a chuckle.
"Yes, it's going to be a hoot." Ann stated groggily.
"Please, call if something's up." Susie insisted, clearly still worried.
"I will, don't worry." Bruce softly squeezed Susie's arm trying to relax her. Susie nodded and finally let them go.
He carefully drove them back to Ann's house, trying to avoid the media as much as he could. He'd managed to lose them and they were able to get back to Ann's apartment without much trouble.
The first thing Bruce did was make Ann take her pills. She'd struggled, insisting she was fine but in the end she knew what she had to do. She'd never taken strong painkillers so she didn't really know what to expect. So far she was feeling fine, a little dizzy but she felt such comfort when Bruce brought her an herbal tea to the bed where she was lying.
"Smells good." She said, trying to ignore the throbbing pain in her forehead.
"Are you feeling any better?" He asked her, sitting next to her in the bed.
She nodded although her head still hurt like crazy.
"Don't even scare me like that again." He told her with a serious look before caressing her cheek lovingly.
"I won't." She said, feeling weirder by the second.
"Are you sure you're feeling alright?" He asked, worried.
"I'm good, sooooo good." Ann said a little too goofily. "Oh… You're so cute."
Bruce laughed and kissed her forehead. "You're very cute too." He answered, amused.
Ann held his hand between hers. "I know what you mean." She stated. She smiled and looked at the screen of the TV which was turned off. She suddenly turned her head to look back at him and giggled quietly all over again.
"Do you want something to eat?" He asked.
"Do you have a strawberry lollipop?" she replied really fast.
"No." he answered still sitting next to her. "Do you want a strawberry lollipop?"
"No." she replied casually, "Do you?" She asked, raising one of her eyebrows, as if he'd been the one to bring it up.
"I think you need to sleep for a little while." Bruce chuckled, clearly amused by the situation.
"Yeah, probably." Ann said, lying down. She then looked at him, confused. "What were we talking about?"
"Nothing important." He kissed her forehead.
She began to settle in the bed when something startled her. "Oh my God, Bruce." She said, worried. "I think this is really getting to me. I hear music in my head."
"That's your phone, Annie." He chuckled. "I'll get it. You need to rest, don't worry about anything, I'll be here when you wake up." Bruce started to caress Ann's hair as she closed her eyes.
"Okay." She mumbled, snuggling against her pillow.
"This is a bad idea." Ann said nervously as the elevator was going up. "We can still back down from this, you know. It's not too late"
Bruce slid his arm around her waist. "It's not that bad…"
"Is this payback for having to take care of my while I was drugged?"
He laughed. "The press knows we're together, I may as well brag about it in front of my pompous friends."
"Okay, is this about the press, your pompous friends or you not wanting to go to a boring party alone?"
"Guilty as charged."
"I knew it." Ann said, playfully hitting his shoulder.
The elevator's doors opened and she found herself in hell once again, an incessant flow of people who couldn't wait to meet Bruce Wayne's new 'girlfriend'. They shook hands and made small talk with a bunch of strangers who didn't care about anything else other than the latest gossip.
It was boring but Ann had to admit it was nice having someone to roll her eyes at who understood her and Bruce was just that. His hand stood on her waist for almost the whole evening and he didn't leave her side once. She felt like a part of something important for him, like she mattered, like he cared about her. The butterflies inside her stomach hadn't stopped flying around since their first kiss and she could still feel them. She felt stupid for letting it happen so easily but there was nothing she could about it anymore.
She was being introduced to so many people she lost count. The last one being a woman who had rambled about some being she assumed was a dog and her eating habits for fifteen minutes.
"Tell Alfred Fifí sends her regards to him." The woman finished her monologue, leaving them alone again.
"Is that a person's name, or was she still talking about that dog?" She asked once said woman had finally left their side.
"She was talking about a dog?" Bruce replied taking a sip of his glass of champagne, making her laugh.
"Mister Wayne, it's good to see you here." Ann heard behind her.
When she turned she found herself looking at a black man with a big smile on his face.
"Ann, let me introduce you to Lucius Fox, Wayne Enterprise's CEO and my dear friend." Bruce said after shaking the man's hand. "This is doctor Ann Samuels."
"It's a pleasure meeting you, doctor Samuels. I've heard so much about you." The man replied.
"Oh, really?" Ann looked at Bruce inquisitively. "You're going to have to tell me about some of them, Mr. Fox."
The man laughed openly. "I would but I'm afraid Mr. Wayne here would kill me afterwards."
"Nonsense, who would run my business better than you Lucius?" Bruce replied.
"That's true." Fox laughed again wholeheartedly. "How are you this evening, doctor Samuels?" Asked him.
"Well, these parties are not my idea of fun, Mister Fox." Ann explained with a sigh and a smile. "And please don't call me doctor Samuels, just Ann will do."
"Very well, I will call you Ann if you'll call me Lucius." He replied with a warm smile.
"You got yourself a deal, Lucius."
"See? Successful deals anywhere he goes, how could I ever manage without him?" Bruce interrupted, shaking Lucius' hand once again.
She was starting to really like him, he seemed like the only other sincere person in the whole party. They spent a few minutes talking and then he excused himself. Suddenly she found herself chatting with a bunch of people, the majority of them quite older than her and Bruce.
"My son plays polo often with Mr. Wayne, Doctor Samuels." One of the women proudly explained to her.
"Oh!" Ann nodded like it was the most interesting thing she'd heard in her life. With her smile still on she looked at Bruce and muttered. "Polo? Really?" She asked quietly for only him to hear.
He made a face and gave her a knowing look.
The subject quickly changed to her incident in the hospital, which people kept trying to remind her of, even though all she wanted was to put it behind her. "Dear, I would have been terrified! How do you manage to go back there every day? I would certainly be scared to death." Another woman stated.
"I have faith that the Hospital's security team and Commissioner Gordon will do everything in their power to prevent anything like that to happen again." Ann gave them her rehearsed answer for whenever she was asked that question.
"You are very brave, dear. With everything we hear about those evil criminals and that Batman still loose…" Said the woman from before.
Ann felt a pang of electricity go through her spine but she forced herself to shut up.
"Oh yes, can you believe they still haven't gotten hold of him?" The other woman added.
"I think Batman has done more for this city than all of us right here ever will." She finally said, calmly.
The two women looked at her like she'd said she'd murdered both their pets in cold blood. Everybody shut up and listened carefully to the exchange of words.
"But he's a murderer." One of them said matter-of-factly.
"Do you really think so?" Ann asked. "Someone who's saved so many lives doesn't turn into a murderer just like that."
The other woman laughed patronizingly. "Oh dear, you're so naïve and idealist."
Ann laughed as well. "Maybe I am, but knowing he's out there helps me sleep better at night." She explained, seeing that nobody in that group would understand her. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom for a second.
When she was walking towards it, she didn't realise the way Bruce stared at her the whole time.
"Well." She said stepping out of the car, in front of her apartment. "That was pretty boring."
"You think?" Bruce replied, absentmindedly.
Ann turned as she was climbing the stairs. "Are you alright? You've been so quiet since we left the party."
"Yeah. Of course I am." He gave her a small smile which grew bigger as he watched her take her heels off her feet as soon as she'd closed the door to the apartment.
"Okay." She said, still a little suspicious. "I'm gonna make some cocoa, you want some?"
"Sure." He watched her walk into her kitchen still in her gown from the party. "Listen, did you mean what you said back in the party?"
Ann stopped walking and turned to look at him. "What I said about what?"
"When that woman started speaking about the Batman and…"
"Oh!" she realized. "Is that was this is about? Why? Don't you agree with what I said?"
"That's not what I'm saying." Bruce touched his face a little nervously. "It's just… Did you really mean it?"
Ann gave him a big smile. "Of course I did, I'd think you already knew that I never say anything I don't mean, although sometimes I think I should… That woman probably thinks I'm a crazy hippie." She laughed and the microwave beeped, letting them know their midnight beverage was ready. "That's our cocoa, do you want some sugar?"
She never got an answer. Instead he walked towards her and took her in his arms, giving her a kiss that would leave her breathless for the rest of the night. She instantly forgot all about their milk and gave her all to that kiss and to the passion he'd awakened in her. He tilted her head with one hand and started leaving a trail of hurried kisses in her neck as he took her legs in his hands and raised her, her legs locking themselves around his waist as if they had a will of their own. She moaned as her back hit the cold wall and his hands roamed around her legs and kissed him again with everything she got.
If this is the way they'd end up after a boring party, she'd make sure this wouldn't be their last one.
Almost a week later, Ann was allowed to get back to work. Her boss told her she'd have to take it easy the first days so she spent her first hours talking to the nurses and her colleagues to see what she'd missed with her patients.
"So." Ann said entering Elizabeth James' room. "The nurses tell me you haven't eaten breakfast and lunch today. Is everything okay? I thought you were doing better with your appetite."
The doctor looked at her patient, who looked back at her looking like a mess.
"Is everything alright?" she asked, alarmed.
"Yeah, it's just…" Elizabeth shrugged and then looked through the window. "I remembered something…"
"What is it?" Ann asked her, feeling her nervousness. "You can tell me."
"That day… The day you found me. I was just… I've been sort of in a bad place for a while, I closed up to everyone… I was sick of all of it, I was sick of my parents overprotecting me, my job that's leading to nowhere, I just…" Elizabeth's eyes started to fill with unshed tears. "I had never done anything like it… I swear."
"I believe you." Ann reassured her. "Go on."
"I know this guy… He's worked in my company for a couple of months now, everybody knows he sells… stuff but nobody knows for sure. I went to him and asked… Asked him if he had something that could help me stop feeling like a loser, you know?" she explained. "He took me to this place and offered me something, I don't remember how he called it, and I took it. I took it without thinking about the consequences, about what could happen to me…" a silent tear escaped her eye, quickly followed by a couple more. "Please, don't tell my parents about this, I feel so ashamed… I don't want to disappoint them anymore."
"Listen, I won't tell your parents, you're not a minor and I don't have to." Ann said, stroking her hand. "But I think you have to tell them. I've met them and I don't think they would be the slightest disappointed in you, maybe that will help them understand they should lower the pressure on you, don't you think?" she offered her a handkerchief."
"I don't know, I feel so lost." Elizabeth said, drying her tears.
Ann bit her lip, feeling a little helpless. "Talk to your parents, I'm sure you'll feel the hell of a lot better."
Her patient nodded. "I'm so sorry for blurting this all on you."
"You don't need to apologize. That's what I'm here for." Ann smiled warmly. "But we need to talk to the police and find out something about what they gave you, you don't want this to happen to somebody else, do you?"
Elizabeth looked at her with a panicked expression on her face. "Of course not."
"Then you need to tell me your coworker's name so the police can run an investigation."
Her patient nodded. "His name is Kevin, Kevin Matthews."
"Thank you, that was very brave."
Elizabeth sighed, still very vulnerable. In that moment, her parents walked in the hospital room. When Elizabeth's father saw her daughter's state his expression matched hers.
"Baby, is everything alright?" he asked, oblivious to Ann's presence.
Ann knew that was her queue to leave and she did so quietly as she watched Elizabeth tell her family what she'd just told her. Her smile was bittersweet as she picked her phone from her pocket. She had one important phone call to make.
It was a lazy afternoon. Ann had a day off and since the press was still a little 'concerned' with their whereabouts they'd decided to spend it in Bruce's penthouse, watching some movies and basically doing nothing while enjoying each other's company.
It was almost completely dark and so far it was going perfectly fine. Bruce was sitting in the couch reading some reports from Wayne Enterprises while Ann, with her head on his lap, was reading the latest book Susie had lent her, promising it was the best one she'd ever read. It was the thirteenth time she'd said it but she had to admit this particular one was pretty good and she was hooked.
The TV was on but neither of them were paying much attention to it, it was weird for Ann to feel so comfortable. They weren't talking much in that particular moment but there was just no need to. She felt comfortable and like herself around him, which she couldn't reckon feeling even after three years with Jeremy, but she couldn't help it.
"Hey, do you want to order a pizza and watch a movie?" he offered, taking a sip of a coffee cup he had on a side table next to the couch.
Ann raised from the position she was in and sat next to him. "Sure. What movie?"
"Do you have anything in mind?"
"No, as long as it's not a movie about doctors we can watch anything you want." She replied with a smile.
The moment was interrupted by Alfred, who entered the living room and took the remote from the table.
"Sorry to interrupt but I think will be of interest." He said, changing the channel.
Both Bruce and Ann looked at the TV where a newscaster was talking to the camera, visibly shocked.
'The bomb seems to have been settled on Winston Mall, in the heart of Gotham, the police and the firefighters are still trying to get some people outside the structure and we still have no official number of casualties, the victims are being taken to Gotham General Hospital but there's no wonder…'
The both stared at the tv screen horrified by the images being shown in it. Ann had stopped listening and looked right at Bruce.
"I need to go to the hospital." She stated, her voice trembling.
"Of course, Alfred, can you drive her?" Bruce asked.
"Certainly, Master Wayne, please follow me miss Samuels."
"I'm sorry." Ann kissed Bruce quickly on the lips and hurried like she couldn't remember hurrying before in her life.
"Don't worry, be careful."
She nodded and followed Alfred oblivious to the look he and Bruce shared before she got inside the elevator.
The ER was a mess, new patients entered by the minute and there were almost not enough hands to attend them all. Ann went from patient to patient trying to assign them to the correct specialist and keeping the charts in order.
"Damn it, this woman needs to go to the OR right away." She yelled to an intern. "Go find doctor Jenner now!"
She crossed the entire ER trying to find Jack White but he was nowhere to be found.
Dorothy approached her. "There are more incoming, do we have enough room?"
"We'll have to make room." She replied. "Where the hell is Jamison? I've been paging him for like a half hour."
"I'll call him, just do your thing." The nurse told her.
Ann gave her a knowing look and watched as the paramedics brought a man with a big bruise on his head.
"What do we have?" she asked, taking a chart from a table to keep it from getting lost.
"Daniel Hayes, 46 years old, a peace of concrete hit him in the head, he's lucid and hasn't lost consciousness."
"Great." Ann said while they were entering one of the boxes. "To the table in one, two, three." And they moved the man from the stretcher. She took the stethoscope and started auscultating the patient. "Sir? Do you feel any pain on your chest?" she asked.
"No." he moaned.
"I hear a murmur, get a neuro specialist here and I'm going to run other tests." She explained another nurse. "I need to dress this other wound, can you help me?"
But she received no answer. In fact, when she turned around she saw that the doctors and patients were unusually silent and still.
"What the hell?" she complained, getting outside the tiny room. "What's going on?" she yelled.
Then she looked at the ER door and her heart stopped for a second. There, standing with a little girl in his arms was the Batman.
A/N: So? What did you think? Please leave me a review and you'll make me the world's happiest woman!