Hola a todos, en la tarde hoy les traigo un post algo diferente. Desde el año pasado cuando vi Dark Knight, quede con las ganas de escribir un fan fiction ya que la película me dejo algo insatisfecha por el trama de Bruce Wayne ya que de este personaje se ve muy poco en la película. Entonces decidí escribir este FF titulado Stranded. Esta historia comienza seis meses después de The Dark Knight y explora los sentimiento de Bruce respecto a sus sentimientos respecto a la muerte de Rachel, el status de fugitivo que tiene Batman y la llegada de una persona que sin saberlo esta conectado con su pasado y la de su familia.
Aqui les dejo el primer capitulo y espero que les guste!
If its coming over you
Like its coming over me
I’m crashing like a tidal wave
That drags me out to the sea
And I wanna be with you
And you wanna be with me
I’m crashing like a tidal wave
And I dont wanna be
Stranded, stranded, stranded, stranded
Plumb - Stranded
Marianne Winston looked at the watch on her nightstand. It was only five in the morning and as much as she tried to fall asleep again, she knew she wouldn’t be able to. Her eyes landed over the two bottles of prescription pills beside her blackberry. She had been taking them since she was twenty-one, when her never-ending insomnia began.
She sighed. The idea of taking them passed because she knew if she took them, she wouldn’t be up until the afternoon.
She got out of bed slowly and walked to the bathroom. Looking at herself in the mirror she almost gasped. She was definitely losing sleep and looked tired. She grabbed her hairclip and put her up. She washed her face thoroughly and got ready for her daily routine before she would get ready for work.
She thanked God the day someone invented the treadmill. She obviously could never go running in
After an hour on the treadmill, she looked at her clock. It was already six so she headed to get ready for work. She took a twenty minute shower, got dressed, ate her cereal while watching the news, which by now it has turned out to be very predictable because the only they talked about The Batman and the manhunt for him.
She wondered why he kept protecting the city when they all wanted his head on a platter and all because murders that were never properly explained or investigated. “He must truly love the city” She thought because she didn’t find any reasonable explanation for it.
Then she finished up her morning routine by fixing her hair and make-up. She was ready for work.
She took the subway to reach Wayne Enterprises, where she worked. As she entered the building she passed through the metal detectors.
“Good morning, Maria,” the security guard greeted her. He had worked there for more than twenty years and knew she was one of the few people who arrived early.
“Will,” she greeted him with a smile.
“You don’t sleep much, do you?” Will asked.
“Not as much as I’m suppose to,” she said completely finishing her pass through the metal detector. She waited for her purse to pass through now.
“Take care, Maria. Don’t work too much,” Will said as he handed her the purse.
“I won’t,” she said smiling at him again before walking onto the elevator. She started making mental notes about her day. Mr. Lucius Fox didn’t have any appointments that morning, so it should be an easy one. She hoped anyway.
She walked off the elevator, set her things on her desk and walked straight to the conference room window. She did this often. The view from this room was amazing and it always relaxed her. It also made her more determined.
She had been in
“I will find you,” she whispered, embracing herself with her arms. She needed to be patient and cautious. More now than before since she was working for such an important company.
Bruce Wayne was standing against the wall at the edge of the door to the conference room. This past week he had been coming in early at the request of Lucius. There was a coming acquisition of a company in
Noticing the girl in the conference room, he looked on. This was the second time he had seen her here. It seemed to be a morning ritual for her.
Since she had joined the company, Lucius had nothing but great things to say about her work. She was intelligent, witty, committed and a very determined person. Even stubborn. Those were the words he would have used to describe Rachel.
In that moment, a wave of regret and sadness hit him. It had been six months since she died in that horrible explosion. They had been so close to getting together, or so he thought.
Marianne sighed at the breathtaking. It was one of her few moments aside from her work out that she had peace of mind. Until she felt weird, like someone was watching her. She swiftly turned around but there wasn’t anyone there.
“Don’t be stupid,” she muttered as she buttoned her suit, it was time to work
Later that morning, Marianne stood in the door of the department, with a cup of coffee in one hand and the newspaper under her arm. She was almost ready to start what she called ‘The Fox Routine’. The door of the elevator opened and Mr. Fox came out.
“Good morning, Mr. Fox,” Marianne said as she handed him his usual cup of coffee.
“Good morning, Marianne. How’s your day?” he asked politely grabbing the coffee and newspapers.
“Not bad sir,” she smiled as she followed him to his office. It was their regular routine; he came in, she handed him his coffee and they went to their office so they could review the appointments for the day.
“Prepare the conference room. Mr. Wayne will be in today, we have a private meeting,” he said as he turned his computer on and opened his agenda.
“On that,” she said. “Is there anything specifically you want served aside from the usual?” She knew Mr. Wayne to be very ‘eccentric’. Since the time she had worked there she had only seen him twice and never even exchanged words with the guy.
“I don’t think so. Just coffee and water will be fine,” he responded reading his emails. One of the things he liked about Mari was that she always thought about everything and was always a step ahead. Six months ago he was desperately looking for a replacement and she entered as a temporary replacement. Marianne did such a great job demonstrating her capacity to handle the job, even though her work experience was limited to an assistant at the Gotham Library while she got her final college degrees.
“Anything else sir?” she asked as she felt her cell phone vibrate in her pocket.
“That’s everything for now, just remember preparing the conference room for Bruce and I,” he said as he looked at her, she was already standing.
“Sure thing sir,” she said nodding and then walked out of the office. As soon as she was away from where anyone could hear or see her, she grabbed her cell phone. “I told you to never call me at this time,” she hushed harshly at the phone.
“I got the information,” the person on the other end said.
“Where can I meet you?” she asked, walking quickly to her cubicle and sat down.
“The same place. . Remember two grand,” the person said.
“Okay. Don’t call me at this time anymore!” she said. She closed her phone. She looked around to see if anyone was near but there wasn’t. “
As she walked into the conference room, she turned on the lights and looked around to see if anything was out of place. She grabbed the phone and dialed a three digit extension. It ran twice before a woman’s voice answered.
“Megan, good morning. It’s Mari. Will you please prepare the usual for the conference room,” she said.
“Sure Mari. Anyone special coming over?” Megan asked.
“The boss is coming in,” she answered. The ‘infamous bacholor’ she thought. There wasn’t a day she didn’t read something about the guy in the gossip column.
“Ooh, he’s so hot,” Megan commented.
“Yes, but the guy is a pathological womanizer. Since I’ve been here the only thing I’ve read is him being with a different girl every day,” she said. Sometimes men were very predictable.
“And to think, you took the time to read all those things about the boss,” Megan teased her.
“Oh shut up and get things ready,” she said hanging up. As she put down the phone, she accidentally unhooked her earring. She tried to catch it but it went so quickly.
She cursed under her breath. The earring was not anywhere to be found. She bent down and moved two of the chairs in order to find it. As she was searching, she heard someone enter the room. “Megan, please help me find my earring. It was my mom’s, I can’t loose it.” She heard the sound of someone bending down.
“Here it is.” She jumped at hearing the voice, banging her head in the process.
“Ouch,” she said as she turned around. She wanted to drop dead that moment. “Mr. Wayne,” she said nervously as she quickly got out from under the table and stood as he did the same. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were there,” she apologized. She felt totally mortified. She hoped he wasn’t standing there when she was bad mouth him.
“It’s okay Marianne. Since you weren’t in your cubicle, I figured you were here,” he said handing her the earring.
“Thank you. Please sit and I will look for Mr. Fox.” For the first time since she started work there, she really hadn’t had the opportunity of being this close to Bruce Wayne. ‘Gorgeous’ she thought, ‘the man could be a womanizer but yet he was earth-shockingly handsome.’
“Alright,” Bruce nodded and sat down. He watched her call Lucius. It was the first time that he had given himself time to look at her. She was wearing a black suit with a white blouse, was a very lean woman and she had long black hair, which right now she was wearing in a low pony tail. She had her glasses on and she barely had any make-up on. It was almost as if she was trying to hide her beauty.
“You like working for us, Miss Winston?” he asked.
“So far so good,” she said. She had to wait until Mr. Fox came in, to see if he needed anything. She didn’t know why but being under his stare made her feel almost…naked? Not in a literal sense but as if he was trying to see under her façade.
“Lucius has nothing but compliments for you, Marianne. It’s good to know we have such good employees here in the company.” ‘Was he making her uncomfortable?’ he wondered.
“Thank you, Mr. Wayne,” she said. She felt herself blushing under Bruce’s stare.
“Bruce, good you’re here,” Lucius Fox said coming into the room.
Marianne sighed in relief.
“Lucius, your assistant was keeping me company,” Bruce said motioning to Marianne.
“Is there anything you need, sir?” Mari asked.
“Not for now,” Lucius said dismissing her.
“Mr. Wayne, nice to see you again,” she said leaving the two men alone.
“Are you trying to make my favorite assistant go away?” Lucius asked.
Bruce laughed. “Not at all. I believe she sees me as a pathological womanizer,” he said quoting what she had said.
“Isn’t that the image you want people to believe in?” Lucius asked.
“Of course,” Bruce said.
Throughout the meeting, Bruce kept thinking about Marianne. For some reason the young woman opened his curiosity. Not physically but there was something deeper about her. Almost like she was trying to hide something. Just like him.