The Girl Wakes Up

As she does, she has a little panic attack at seeing a completely strange and new environment that she could barely comprehend, as the last thing she could remember was getting taken in by that dark figure with a bat on its chest.

Suddenly she hears two people talking and tries her best to find somewhere to hide, but given just how little she knows of the place, she can't seem to find anything and just accepts whatever the voices probably have in store for her, as experience has taught her to always doubt and trust others, especially when it comes to men, as they've brought nothing but pain to her as far back as she can remember.

With one final look, the girl looks up and sees none other than the worst man of all, Mr. Bruce Wayne, walking towards her with a smile on his face along with his creepy-looking butler or playmate. As they get closer and closer to the woman, she begins labor-breathing, both from her panicking and also because she was trying to **** herself to at least look like she knocked herself out before making a mad dash away.

"Hmm... Sir, I don't really like the way she looks." The Butler says as he grabs the poor girl's wrist. But for some reason, unlike all the other men who have done so in the past, this one felt gentle. "I dare say it seems like it's a miracle someone like her has managed to live this long and develop, shall we say, the way she has given how malnourished she is."

Walking towards the girl, she tries her best to hide herself under the covers she found herself in, only for the butler to calmly hug the girl and pat her head as gently as he could. "Not to worry, young miss, for neither I nor my master will ever harm you in any way." Hearing this, the girl slowly drops the blanket, with everything about her shaking in pure fear as she tries to put a tiny bit of faith in humanity for these strange and obviously rich people.

"Now that's a good girl. I shall now show you towards the washroom and give you a fresh pair of clothes that might suit your needs; afterwards, if you need my help for anything, I shall be right outside the door." The Butler man seemed to say as he gently stood up, extending a hand to the girl who slowly took his hand while his master looked and smiled, causing the girl to blush a bit.

As the girl took her first shower in years, she stood there and watched as her dark and filthy-looking skin began cracking and revealing the white, semi-tanned skin that she hadn't seen since she was **** to leave her orphanage after her father had a mental breakdown when she was young; even now she wonders just where her younger brother might have been and how he was doing.

Stepping out of the bathroom, the girl notices the only thing that seemed to be there besides some appropriate underwear was a similar-looking suit the butler guy was wearing, except this one didn't have any sleeves and had a green tie instead of the black bowtie the butler seemed to be wearing.

Walking out of the bathroom, the girl noticed that the butler guy was still there waiting just as he said he would and held out a towel with a toothbrush and some toothpaste on it. "I don't know where you've been, madam, but as a butler, I must ask of you to finish washing up before we go anywhere else." Hearing this made the girl smile and even giggle a bit, as out of all the men she's met, he's the first to ever **** her to clean herself up.

Once the girl was fully fresh and refreshed, did the butler bring her along and show her all over the place before eventually showing her towards the master's office, where Bruce Wayne sat and just stared at the girl, and after about a solid minute of nothing, did he finally stand up and point towards the chair. "Please, have a seat." Was all he had to say before the girl started freaking out again, picturing all the worst possibilities that could ever come from meeting someone like him, especially when she knew all too well what rich people liked doing to poor little orphan girls like herself.

But it was all going to be okay when she heard the butler softly knocking on the door, with it being too soft for Mr. Wayne to hear from where he was sitting but just loud enough to bring the girl out of her delusional panic attack state and actually calm her down enough for her to slowly walk like a robot towards the chair and sit down like she's never sat down on a chair before, causing Mr. Wayne to let out a little chuckle or two.

"Ahem, anyway, I am happy that you seem to be doing better; actually, scratch that—you're doing a lot better than when Alfred had found you outside. But I have to ask before anything else... what's your name? Cause I can't—" Was all the poor girl managed to hear before everything began sounding like white noise as she began panicking again, "Why does he want to know? What reason does he have to know? Does he know? Is this a play? Where are the cameras?" And even more that were progressively getting darker and darker before Bruce slammed the papers down in front of her.

"I didn't mean to ask anything wrong; I don't even care if you give a fake name since I don't believe calling you young miss,' girly, or even woman would go well with others. Don't you?" Bruce Wayne said as he leaned on his desk while handing the first paper over towards the girl and found out what this was all about, as it was a job application form for her to work in Wayne Manor.

"I try to be a good example of how to use my vast fortune to help the world, and seeing how you looked, I just can't in good conscience bring myself to send a young girl like you back into the streets without knowing I could have done something to prevent it." Looking through the stack of papers, the young girl realizes that she doesn't have nearly anywhere near the amount of knowledge he was asking.

Looking sad again, the young girl lifted her head as she felt a piece of paper tap it ever so gently. "I don't know what you're thinking, but these are just formalities. All I really need is your name, age, and answer if you want the job or not." The girl started beaming with pride and wrote down as best she could (which looked worse than chicken scratch) what her name and age were before loudly proclaiming, "YES!"

For the next few days, Kate, or Kelly as she preferred to be called, went out of her way to be the very best servant she possibly could. Which, of course, didn't go well for her since the only things she knew how to do were either illegal or... something she didn't really want to use anymore now that she had a normal job and a wonderful room to live in without having to worry about anything in life.

But if there's one thing she had to say she hated about her job, then it had to be Mr. Wayne, who was always getting close to her without a shirt on or when he was just wearing a pair of shorts and nothing else. Of course she knows it's his house at the end of the day, and as a servant she has to get used to it, but... she wishes HE'D AT LEAST BATHE WITHOUT HER BEING THERE!

"Look, Kelly, I know you don't really like it when I call you in or practically wear nothing, but as a servant of this house, you have to get used to me dressed like this, as I can't have you blushing or running off every time I have guests over or when something happens and you can't tell me." Mr. Wayne always said as he talked inside his heavily bubbly pool-sized bath, which she is thankful doesn't show anything else other than his naked torso, arms, and legs and nothing else, but still it's all too much for her.

Sometimes she wonders if their promise was even a thing or meant anything to Mr. Wayne, as he almost always broke the first rule, which was to go at Kelly's pace with their relationship. Of course she gets it; she understands that having someone like her, she gets easily flushed and embarrassed every time she sees the chiseled body of her employer or any man wearing anything less than a T-shirt and jeans.

But every time she thinks of possibly leaving, she thinks of her life without Wayne and his money and shivers; of course, a great bonus to her life is seeing Alfred work and strut his stuff. Kelly never thought she'd be interested in older men before, or really any men for that matter. She just looks at Alfred and is always calmed by his appearance and presence.

Mr. Wayne does the exact opposite for her, as every time she gets near him or, more realistically, he gets near her, she feels herself get hot and flushed, and it takes hours before she finally manages to calm down enough to do her job as best she can.

One night, however, everything would change as Alfred had vanished, and she couldn't see him after he went inside Master Wayne's office; of course, Kelly was curious when she noticed that neither of them had left in hours and even began to fear the worst. But she'd never expect that inside the room was no one, almost to the point they vanished from the face of the earth.

This caused Kelly to panic a bit as she began hyperventilating, and when the grandfather clock began to ring through the room, Kelly ran, as that's when Mr. Wayne and Alfred would always leave the office, and this time was no different, as they did leave their office, but it was not a Wayne office, as they left the Batman's office by way of the grandfather clock sliding to the side.

Directly in front of Kelly stood Alfred and Mr. Wayne in bandages wearing Batman's suit; seeing this, Kelly couldn't comprehend anything anymore, and her worst secret was **** to unleash as Kelly duplicated into another version of herself that was a lot less reserved than herself and immediately spoke after creation. "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!?"