Original Fan-Fiction: Monicka #3

(If you haven't already, follow these links to the predecessors of this issue. #1 Introduction and #2 Bruce Wayne)

Title: "the Scandal"

Story written by: Kisser Ne

Rated: M for Mature

Appropriate for audiences 18+, may contain extreme violence, sexual themes, nudity or profanity...

A couple of months went by and I thought things were perfect. Heck- I thought they were more than perfect. Bruce and I were now closer than ever before and to boot, we were lovers. He was my very first and he was my one and only... I assumed that I wasn't his first, but I did believe I was the only one for him. Of course, it seemed that time would only tell. Even though our love had grown over the months, he was still a complete mystery to me. I learned about his past from him and even his present. He told me about his childhood, his parents, his butler, and his profession but it seemed that the more I discovered about the man that I now cherished, the more there was a piece of the puzzle missing. I couldn't help but feel that he was hiding things from me. He never could explain to me or tell me about the nights where he'd disappear or the mornings where I woke alone with a note by the bedside. When I noticed the injuries on his body, the claw marks, the cuts or the bruises, he always had an excuse and being a foolish and naive girl- I accepted them without question. I was too afraid to dig or beg for the truth and I preferred to keep it that way. We were happy and I liked being happy for the first time in my life...

"Monicka," Bruce stated as his eyes ascended from the breakfast platter that sat before him.

"Yes?" She replied, looking up quickly as her heart began to race.

"The mayor and his wife are having a celebration dedicated to my company. It's another charity ball," he said as he stood to his feet and walked over to the mocha-skinned woman who sat at the other side of the long table. He knelt down next to her and took her hand in his as he allowed a large smile to grace his lips.

"And?" She whispered as she tried to tame her nerves, feeling her lips curl as she positioned her body to face him more comfortably.

"And I would like you to be my date for the event," He said as he bowed his head to kiss her hand.

"Well, what about our relationship being a secret and kept private? Won't taking me to a dance ruin that, Bruce?" She inquired as she tried to contain every ounce of excitement that flowed through her body. "Please say you don't care, Bruce. Please?" She thought to herself as she bit her lip and waited for his response.

"Well, perhaps, it's time to take off the mask." He said, giving her a warm smile. When the young woman heard the words leave his mouth, she shrieked with joy and leaped from her chair, tackling him to the floor as she straddled his body and covered him in small kisses. Bruce and her chuckled as they wrestled along the floor, playfully pinning each other down...

The hours passed and the evening came and Bruce sent up a neatly wrapped box to Monicka as he disappeared from the house.

"Miss Grayson," Alfred ventured into the room as he noticed the door was open and that she was decent.

"I hope I am not bothering you, but Master Wayne sends his fondest wishes and apologies," he stated as he handed her the package and turned to leave.

"Um, Alfred... What do you mean he sends his apologies?" She asked, clutching the box tightly as clumps rose in her throat.

"He will not be able to escort you to the ball, but he will be meeting you there. He also hopes you like the dress," Pennyworth replied as he continued towards the door.

The butler turned once more to face the woman, "I will be waiting by the car for you, madam." He stated, bowing his body as he closed the door and ventured down the stairs.

Monicka released a heavy sigh as she looked down at the package and began to unwrap it. She opened it and threw the top cover to the side as she pulled a magnificent, deep blue silk dress from the bottom.

"Oh my gosh!" She said breathlessly. It was one of the most beautiful things, she had ever seen and quickly she dropped her robe and began to slide her body into the dress. It fit her perfectly. It possessed medium wide straps that hooked behind the neck and draped down her shoulders, chest and entered a very low V-cut that ended beneath her bosom. It was tight around her waist and her bottom, curtaining down her thick strong legs with a long slit on one side that reached just a little above her knee. "Jeez, did they measure me in my sleep?" She murmured as she eyed herself in the mirror from side to side, letting her hand touch her stomach and hips. The fabric literally clung to her with a perfection like it was made by the hands of God.

"I need shoes, yes shoes! Shoes, shoes... Ah ha!" She exclaimed as she searched the box once more to find the matching accessories. "Oh, Mister Wayne, how I love thee!" She whispered as she giggled to herself, sitting in the chair at the vanity mirror. She put on the long gloves, jewelry and shoes as quickly as she could and raced down the stairs to the entrance of the manor. She popped into the car, thanking Alfred as she watched the dim-lit mansion vanish into the distance. A few moments passed and the automobile pulled to the side of the curb.

"Thank you again, Alfred," she stated as she took a swallow and nervously stepped from the car.

"You are quite welcome, Miss Grayson. I hope you enjoy your evening," the man said, giving her a warm smile as he watched her step from the car and closed the door behind her. He wandered back to the driver seat and stepped in, leaving the woman alone at the red carpet as eyes circled her.

Monicka smiled and stepped down the carpet as her long black curls bounced around her neck. The cameras continued to flash around her and she could hear the reporters inquiring as to who she was...

"Who is that?"

"Is she royalty?"

"Perhaps, a foreigner?"

"She's beautiful!"

"Breathtaking!"

"Astonishing!"

"I want to speak to her first!"

Before Monicka could even think, she was surrounded by the vultures.

"Hello! Hello! This is Gotham News! Might we ask who you are? Are you a resident of Gotham? Perhaps, you are one of the charity's patrons?" A man asked, bobbing his head through the small crowd as he shoved the microphone to her face. Monicka was stuck. She wasn't sure of how to answer any of the questions or how to avoid any of the interviewers.

"Um, I..." She tried to iterate but thankfully, Bruce came to her rescue, grasping her gently by the elbow and kissing her on the lips.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he greeted, giving a modest wave as he smiled and wrapped his arm around her waist.

"Oh my, it's Bruce Wayne! He is escorting the beautiful, mystery woman down the carpet- is it possible she is to be his new love?" The accusations flooded the outside of the building and although, Monicka assumed the hounding would stop when they entered, it did not and the questions continued to flood her ears.

"Bruce, who is this dazzling creature that rests upon your arm?" A man said as he approached, smiling as he offered his hand.

"Charles!" He greeted, shaking the man's hand as he continued to introduce his date, "this is Monicka Grayson, Monicka this is Charles Van Horne," he finished.

"It's a pleasure, I'm sure." She said, placing her hand in his as he brought it up to his mouth and gently kissed it.

"You are absolutely ravishing, Miss Grayson. Bruce always did have the luck with all the girls." Charles stated, giving a small chuckle as he turned to search the room.

"Bruce, would you mind if I take your date for a couple rounds on the dance floor?" He inquired, tightening his grasp lightly on Monicka's hand.

"Be my guest, just don't sweep her off her feet." Bruce said, kissing Monicka quickly as he allowed her to be pulled towards the middle of the floor.

"I'll bring her back, I promise," He laughed as he lead her away...

Charles Van Horne placed a hand on Monicka's waist and cupped her hand in his as the orchestra began another song.

"I hope you don't mind me taking you away from Wayne," he said as they swayed back and forth to the music.

"Not at all, I mean... you're an old friend of his?" She inquired as she could feel the butterflies fluttering hysterically inside her stomach.

"You can say that," he laughed softly, clearing his throat as he brought his eyes back to her face. A moment of silence came over the two as the music continued to play in the background.

"You are truly breathtaking, Miss Grayson," Charles stated as he brought her in closer towards his chest.

Monicka gave a small laugh as she tried to avoid contact with his eyes, "thank you, Mr. Van Horne..."

"Call me Charles," he said with a devious grin as his fingers rubbed gently upon her back.

"Have you known Bruce long?" The man inquired as he positioned himself directly in front of her gaze. "I don't bite you know," he stated, giving her a wink as he twirled her around and back into his arms.

"I'm sorry... I have known Bruce for almost the whole year now." Monicka replied timidly as she tried to relax her tense body.

"Longer than most of them," he chortled, shrugging as he looked towards the crowd that hovered around Bruce.

"Most of who?" Monicka asked as she raised her eyebrows and looked at her dance partner.

"Oh you know, Bruce's former loves or his flings here and there. I mean most of them don't even make it a week!" He exclaimed, laughing a bit as he spun Monicka once more and propped her on his arm, leaning her back as the music stopped.

"Do you mind one more dance?" Monicka inquired, tightening her grip on the man's shoulder as he brought her back to stand up straight.

"It would be my pleasure, Miss Grayson."

Charles continued to explain Bruce's love life and unfortunately, so did the rest of the guests at the ball. Everyone had something to say and what made things even worse for Monicka is that some of the old girlfriends were there and were making themselves quite cozy with the man she called her love.

"Bruce, I need to speak with you." She said, tapping his shoulder as she began to pull at his tailored coat.

"Of course... Will you excuse me?" He said, leaving the group as he followed Monie to the balcony. The two stepped outside of the glass doors and for the first time in the entire evening, Monicka felt calm and at peace.

"Bruce... why didn't you tell me about the others?" She began as she stood at a good distance from the man.

"The others? What are you talking about, Monicka?" He questioned, stepping closer to her as he outstretched his arm to try and touch her.

"I am talking about your vast line of lovers!" She shouted as she pointed towards the hall and shook her head in frustration. "I mean, is that all I am to you? A fling?" She asked bitterly as she placed a hand over her eyes, "I can't believe this sh--."

"Monie, why are you even making this accusation?" Bruce inquired, leaning against the stone railing. "You of all people should know that Gotham is full of gossipers and you know that I've been with you and only you for months now." He finished, grasping her arms quickly as he brought her into his body and squeezed her.

"But, you're not always with me... where do you go when you leave? What are you hiding from me, Bruce?" She replied, looking up at him as her eyes filled with tears and as streams forged down her cheeks. Wayne pushed her back slightly, released her and brought one hand to her face. He began to wipe away her tears and lifted her chin.

"You wouldn't understand..." He murmured, closing his eyes as he kissed her forehead.

"Is there someone else?" She asked, touching his face with a gentle palm as she kissed his cheek one last time. Bruce Wayne shook his head, softly and swallowed... His heart pounded heavily inside his chest as he contemplated his answers, he opened his eyes and began to speak but suddenly, the Bat signal lit in the night sky and he chose his answer, right then.

"Yes," he replied, looking away from the girl as he shattered her heart. He didn't know who hurt more as Monicka hastily escaped from the balcony and rushed through the crowds... He especially didn't know who hurt more when he saw Charles Van Horne chasing after her. But there was no more time to waste and Bruce disappeared once more to meet with the someone else... His other half, his other identity....

The night of the charity ball, Bruce destroyed my heart and Charles acted like my knight in shining armor. I needed to leave as tears streaked down my face and although everyone wanted a piece of me that night, I didn't want a thing to do with any of them or anything that was relatively close to Wayne or his enterprises. I wanted to die, I wanted to curl up in a little ball and be forgotten underneath the dust and depths of Hell... It was rough for me to have the one good thing in my life stripped away like that. I didn't even see it coming. The day began so perfectly with the love of my life sitting across the table from me and an evening of adorning eyes that praised my beauty and elegance and then all of sudden, not even two hours pass and I am heartbroken and left alone... Of course, I did have Charles following me around as he refused to allow me to walk home. The problem was because of Bruce, I didn't have a home. He had requested me to be dependent on him, he offered me the world and I didn't think twice of a fall-back plan... I accepted that at least for the night, Charles would be that plan and I would get to the bottom of this nasty scandal. One way or another...

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