Chapter 1: Leaving
Inside-out, upside-down,
Twisting beside myself.
Stop that now,
'Cause you and I were never meant to be.
I think you'd better leave.
It's not safe in here.
I feel a weakness coming on.
Alright then, (alright then.)
I could keep your number for a rainy day.
That's where this ends.
No mistakes no misbehaving.
I was doing so well.
Could we just be friends?
I feel a weakness coming on.
It's not meant to be like this.
Not what I planned at all.
I don't want to feel like this.
Yeah.
No it's not meant to be like this.
Not what I planned at all.
I don't want to feel like this.
So that makes it all your fault.
Inside-out, upside-down,
Twisting beside myself.
Stop that now.
You're as close as it gets
Without touching me.
Oh now don't make it harder
Than it already is.
I feel a weakness coming on.
It's not meant to be like this.
Not what I planned at all.
I don't want to feel like this.
Yeah.
No it's not meant to be like this.
Not what I planned at all.
I don't want to feel like this.
So that makes it all your fault.
Big trouble losing control.
Primary resistance at a critical low.
on the double gotta get a hold.
Point of no return one second to go.
No response on any level,
Red-alert this vessel's under seige.
Total overload all systems down they've got control.
There's no way out.
We are surrounded.
Give in, give in and relish every minute of it.
Freeze or make it forever.
I feel a weakness coming on.
It's not meant to be like this,
Not what I planned at all.
I don't want to feel like this.
Yeah.
No it's not meant to be like this,
It's just what I don't need.
Why make me feel like this?
It's definitely all your fault.
-The Walk (By: Imogen Heap)
"Are you leaving?" I had the courage to ask him again for the billionth time. My sapphires followed his every move, back and forth; to his dresser, then to his suitcase.
"Violet, do I have to repeat myself? You know why I am going back to Gotham, the hearing for that bastard is tomorrow morning, I have to go Vi". Bruce turned to look at me with frustration in his eyes. A part of me felt guilty for bringing up this subject that would always end up in an unecessary argument. But the other part of me did not feel sorry at all.
"So this is it then, this is our good bye?" I tried hard to hold back my tears, biting my bottom lip until it bled. Bruce sighed as he zipped up the suitcase.
"Vi, don't do this. You know how much this means for me to go. I need to face the man who killed my parents". He turned back to me, stroking my rosy cheek, that was flushed from frustration. I pushed his hand away, his luscious brown eyes darkened.
"And you know how much it means to me for you to stay with me." I moved to the open window, letting the fresh air fill my lungs. "Look, I know I am being selfish, but I need you". I tried hard to mutter those last words, but he heard them clearly. All my life I have been pushed aside as a second priority. I hated to cause him a burden, yet I loved him. But what I did not love about Bruce was his obsession with revenge; everyday he craved it and that sickened me. Why must he do this? I understood that he is distraught for his plight, but there was nothing left to do.
Bruce came closer to me, taking hold of my waist in the process. I pushed away from him, deciding to stand my ground and not give in. "Fine, you know what I do not have time for this!" He growled and headed towards the door.
"No!" I dashed and snatched the suticase tossing it carelessly aside. I started beating at his chest, which did not cause him to stumble back; for I being much smaller than him. My knuckles blended in with my porcelain skin, I clenched my fists as I continued beating. Bruce Wayne was the only good thing that came into my life, and I was not going to give him up for his pathetic obsession! "You think you have it hard just because you watched your parents get killed! Huh, Bruce?!" I kept beating his strong chest as tears stained my cheeks. "Take it from someone who watched her own mother kill herself!" At this point I had sunk to the floor, sobbing into my hands.
Bruce didn't say anything at all. He knew I had it much harder than him. He knew of my past, yet he led me on, luring me in with his kind words, love words, and warm kisses that I could still feel imprinted on every inch of my skin. He knew of my difficult childhood, which was different from his. His parents loved him, mine only when it was convient. My father was always working, running his company, taking trips to Paris to meet with his mistress. While my mother drowned herself in alcohol everyday and night, until one day she decided to poison herself.
Through my long dark lashes I could see him pick up his suitcase and slam the door hard, making me shudder in anger and sadness. The endless raindrops kept pouring from my eyes, as I realized that I had made a mess of things...that I had probably lost my beloved Bruce...
A/N: Well I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, sorry for it being short, I promise to have the next chapter up soon!!PLEASE R&R!!