"Forever in debt to your priceless advice."

Bruce's parents had been murdered not long ago but I was still attending the same private school, Thomas Elliot and I were friends too since we both knew Bruce and talked to him at the same time.

I grab my stuff out of my locker and look at the family photo on my locker door before slamming it shut, the bell rang after so I rushed over towards the stairs to get to my class.

I was climbing up some stairs when I notice Thomas and we locked eyes for a moment as I recognised his friends, I walked the rest of the flight of the stairs but watched from above for what he was doing.

Thomas being around those people often meant someone had annoyed him or done something wrong, I noticed Bruce stop and they talk but Bruce seemed to be getting frustrated.

As I start walking down the stairs to ask what was happening, Bruce threw a punch to Thomas which hit him on the cheek.

Oh fuck.

"Don't talk about my mother that way!" Bruce scolded.

I rushed down the stairs for Thomas to lock eyes with me again whilst his friends look at him as if to ask if they should drag me out of this, Bruce turned to see me too and his face lit up for a moment.

"Whats going on? I thought-" I speak.

Thomas was clearly upset and furious at Bruce but I couldn't understand why, there was one punch and it seemed like he deserved it and it wasn't like I had hit him before for being rude.

"You thought wrong, Bruce was trying to say how your parents death was deserved." Thomas scoffed.

My heart shattered.

What?

Bruce said that?

I turn to look at Bruce who looks confused and pissed off at Elliot whilst my eyes were watering, it was clear I was upset.

"Fuck you Bruce, you think your parents were all saints and glitter? Wait until you hear what they did my family then you'll wish you never existed." I cried.

This was the first time Thomas had seen me like this, I was visually angry despite the tears rolling down my face.

Bruce gave Thomas an angry glare but shifted his focus to me with empathic eyes, it was like he was trying to pity me.

"I wouldn't say that, Y/N. You know that-" Bruce tried to reassure me.

I stepped towards him with my fists clenched as Thomas watched in either eagerness or astonishment due to my anger, either way I was going to give Bruce a piece of my mind.

"You think just because you have Alfred than everyone, you run to homeschooling whilst living all so comfy in that damn mansion. Oh boo hoo, Bruce! I have to live in your parents shitty ass orphanage that treats me like dirt under their shoe, you know how much I had to struggle to return to this school? Your a lucky, arrogant kid and I hope I never see you again." I ranted.

I shoved Bruce, it took him by surprise as he stumbled back.

"I wish we never met!" I screamed.

Bruce looked shocked as I pushed him again for him to fall to the floor and look up at me with teary eyes, I had so much anger and hatred for him that I didn't think twice before kicking him in the stomach.

The last time I saw Bruce, was him waking out of school covered in bruises due to Thomas.

I hate to admit that at the time I was happy, now I feel bad and wish I could run up to him and apologise.

-

I woke up covered in bruises like I often did now but I had a party eith the Mayor, as much as I hated him I needed to take a break from being Ghost as it was consuming me.

The bruises were a problem but luckily I had make-up that would be able to fix it, I apply the make-up and change into a formal suit and tie before stepping into a car that matched my outfit.

My hands rest on the steering wheel as I take a deep breath and place my head on it, a few deep breaths later andnI lift my head up again and drive out of my garage.

It wasn't a long drive luckily as I was starting to feel drained at the thought of attending, I parked my car and stepped out for camera flashes to instantly turn to me and blind me.

I now know how Bruce felt whenever he stepped out of a car at an event, no wonder why he doesn't do this anymore.

I pocket my keys and step into the building as cameras and flashes followed me, people screamed my name and begged for my attention either just for a glance or to interview me.

The Mayor was stood by the door so he soon noticed my presence and walked over to me, he offered for me to shake his hand and I did only to notice more people taking photos.

Great, now he will try to make it seem like I'm supporting him as Mayor.

"Y/N, it's so good to see you. I thought you wouldn't come due to your recent disappearance." He smiled, it was clear he wanted something out of me here.

I nodded my head and forced a smile on my face whilst still being blinded by the flash of the cameras, it was making me feel disoriented at this point.

"I've just been unwell, I couldn't miss something as major as this, Don." I replied, still fake smiling.

My family used to be close to his so I didn't want to drag his political life into this.

Don Mitchell was his full name but I knew he had something to do with my parents death from how he always seemed so anxious around me, it may not of been him who put the target on them but he certainly knew who.

"You don't have to push yourself, you've done so much for Gotham. You deserve a break." Don comments.

He often tried to act like the father I no longer had and I wish I could day it made me happy but it didn't, his clear involvement in his death made me on edge with trusting him or seeing him in that kind of light.

"You sound like my father, next thing you know your going to adopt me." I joke, chuckling slightly at the comment.

Of course, people only took more photos of our interaction and this genuine smile only sold it to them more.

However, I didn't know it would strike aa nerve with someone who was secretly watching me.