Chapter 7: Who Are You?
The door to the men's room burst open, lips locked as a masked man and woman engaged in what was going to be a big mistake or a night to remember. The two fell into a stall, the woman, donning a black with a blue butterfly on it, pushing the man down onto the toilet.
"You ready for this?" She asked, "Oh, yeah. I'm ready." He told her. The woman ran her hand up her leg, sensually pulling up the dress she wore. The man waited in anticipation.
Unfortunately, he wouldn't find himself satisfied by the woman. She quickly drew a blade and pressed it against the man's throat.
"Where's the new Black Mask?" She asked, "What?" The man responded, confused and uneasy about having sharp objects so close to his neck. "Phillip Roarke. Where is Roarke?" She asked him.
The man stammered as he looked for an answer, he didn't do well under pressure. "Gone. Uh... not here. This is too obvious of a spot, so he moved to a new place. Somewhere more secluded. Only a select few know so that no one can give up anything to The Batman or someone." He answered.
"Thanks. If you tell anyone about this, I'll make a few calls and make sure you have a long painful accident. The closed casket kind." The woman threatened before quickly leaving the stall.
Bruce stood outside of the bathroom, quickly joining the masked woman as she stepped out. "How did it go, Helena?" He asked, "Wasn't what I wanted, but I got something out of it." Helena answered.
"He isn't here. He got a new, secure location. Not sure where. He's being careful." She told Bruce, "Alright. Let's get going. Morgan's waiting outside, when we get home we can start looking for leads." Bruce said.
He waved to Selena, the woman still seated in their section. She wasted no time in joining the others on their way out. The club kind of sucked anyways.
"Nothing?" She asked the two as they walked out. "Just know he's hiding." Bruce answered, smiling for cameras as they made their way to the limo.
Bruce opened the limousine door for the woman, giving one more fake smile and wave to the media before getting in himself.
"Home, Morgan." He told the driver, "You got it." Morgan said, pulling out into the street. Bruce felt a vibration on his body, his phone reminding him that he had notifications.
He slipped it from a pocket, taking note of the missed call from Oliver Queen and a new voicemail. He decided to listen to the new voicemail first.
"One second." Bruce said, putting the phone to his ear.
"Something wrong?" Selina asked him, "I hope not. Oliver told me to call him, it sounded important." Bruce answered. "I really hope he found that son of a bitch Roarke." Helena chimed in.
"Let me call him and find out."
Bruce tapped his phone's screen to make the call, bringing it back to his ear once more.
"Oliver, what did you find?" Bruce asked, "Bruce, do you trust Selina Kyle?" Oliver asked, "I do." Bruce answered, watching the city go by as he spoke.
"That sucks. Because she murdered Roman Sionis." Oliver told Bruce, "I've got proof from Black Mask's own security cameras. She shot him, Bruce. She murdered him in cold blood. She brought her own gun." Oliver continued.
"Thank you, Oliver." Bruce said, ending call a second later. He closed.his for a long moment, his brain in overdrive. "What?" Helena asked.
"Selina? Did you kill Roman Sionis?" Bruce asked, "W-what?" Selina stammered, "You did. You did, didn't you?" Bruce asked, "He had it coming." Selina said.
"Selina, what the fuck? That's not what we do!" Bruce shouted, "What is worse is that you didn't trust me enough to tell me. Or come to me for help with him."
"You brought a gun to his safe house and shot him." He said to Selina, "You know what he did to my family. He deserved it." Selina retorted, "Besides, you killed The Joker." She added, "That was different." Bruce explained.
"How? How, Bruce?" She asked, "It's been years and he hasn't come back. You killed him. He's done much worse than Sionis, and you can't say the world isn't better without him."
"Morgan, stop the car." Bruce ordered, the limousine pulling over to the side if the road. Bruce climbed out immediately, Helena following suit.
"Take Selina home, Morgan. Her home." Bruce told the young driver, "Yeah, okay, Bruce." Morgan said, driving off slowly.
Bruce and Selina made lingering eye contact as distance was put between them.
"You okay?" Helena asked, "Maybe later." Bruce answered, "I just feel like I don't know who she is. I've never really known." He told Helena, "Let's walk for a bit. Get some air." Helena suggested, "Some nasty, Jersey air." She joked.
"Yeah. Okay. Ladies first." Bruce said, following close behind Helena as she walked ahead.
Everything around them seemed to move so fast. It was the first time in a long time that they stopped to smell the metaphorical roses in Gotham.
"You didn't have to come with me. You could've stayed in the limo." Bruce told Helena, "Yeah, but I wasn't gonna leave you all alone. You didn't do that to me." She responded.
"I mean, where would I be without you?" She asked, "Prison, or dead, or running my own mob." She said, "Instead I'm doing good. Good I could never do on my own."
"Having you around helped me too, honestly. You were violent, so close to killing. And, you needed a friend. You were what I thought I was becoming. You pulled me away from going down a dark path as much as I pulled you from it." Bruce told Helena.
"Did you really kill him?" She asked, "It was an accident." Bruce answered, "I'll tell you about it on the way. It's not as exciting as it sounds like it could be."