A Drugged Past

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Getting Wesley out of the car, and into his apartment building. Callum was glad that Wesley was cooperating and got him into his apartment. He got him into his room, sitting him down. After some time, Callum got Wesley some aspirin and water. “Here Wes, take this.” They then got on their knees in front of him, starting to take off his shoes. Callum wasn’t used to this. They then stood, looking at Wesley. “Wanna get out of your jeans? Can’t be comfortable sleeping in them.” They just wanted to make sure he was okay, and their anxiety was quite high.

Wes was hesitant to let the person help at first, but his drunk ass ended up giving in. He stumbled through the apartment, making his way to the bedroom. He sat down on the bed, keeping quiet as the other went to get him water and Advil. He took it, setting the glass on his night stand. He looked down at the other, shaking his head as they asked about his jeans. “I’m good. I got it.” He mumbled, fumbling to them down himself.

#amourpoetique #{ace of hearts: callum}

Callum let Wesley try to get off his pants but watching him made Callum sigh. "Here." They bent down again, helping Wesley shimmy out of his jeans. They tossed them to the side, before watching the other get into bed. "Rest Wes." Callum moved to the window, cringing as it started to thunder and rain. They then turned to Wesley. "Hey, you think I can stay the night? I'll sleep on the couch." Callum was unsure about staying, they didn't want to make Wesley uncomfortable. Yet, they didn't like driving in such bad weather - dark, and rain. "I understand if you say no." However, Callum would most likely just walk home in that case. That's how much they didn't trust driving in the rain. But they were not sharing a bed with a drunk Wesley, that just felt like asking for trouble.

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Watching him get in her apartment, she looked him over in silence. With his question, she pursed her lips. “The way you grabbed me, held me. That’s a grip I’ll never forget.” He didn’t seem angry, but she was still weary. “Strong, safe, like someone gives a damn.” Something she wasn’t used to. “I feel dumb for not putting it together sooner, it all makes sense.” Alissia slowly sat on her bed, struggling to look at him. “Apparently I was roofied that night. I’ve…I’ve been having nightmares, but I don’t know if it really happened or not.” She seemed unsure about herself, anxious about saying the wrong thing. “I don’t know what to do.” Alissia was bothered. “I feel like I can’t trust anyone, even myself now.”

🦇—-;; He’s almost relieved it was nothing he’d done intentionally that he’d given himself away with, nor was he overly surprised it wasn’t something she’d forget. “To be fair, I have purposely made it difficult for people to draw the lines together.” Along with even using a different voice when in the cowl. Playing the part of two separate people, though it wasn’t necessarily a lie, Bruce Wayne and Batman were vastly different, despite being the same person. As she reveals what happened to her that night, he frowned. “… Flunitrazepam?” He asks, it’s a guess on the drug used when she’d been roofied. It was the common one, he could name a few recent…disguising crimes it was used in recently, he was trying to find the perp still. “…Do you know who might have slipped it to you?” He asks carefully. If she did he was definitely going to hunt them down, from what he’d managed to learn from her as of now, she didn’t deserve any of this. “Whatever happened to you between when it happened and when I found you wasn’t your fault, Alissia.”

"Is it your superpower to make women feel good?" It was a joke, and she giggled. He comforted her; he was good at that. When it came to discussing the drug, she nodded. "Thats what they said." Once he was done with the towels, she tossed them into her hamper after a while. Alissia sat on her bed as she spoke to him, trying to keep herself steady. With her condition, she tended to sit because she was less likely to fall and or faint. "I'm not sure who could've slipped it to me, but...I remember some of the details. I have the address actually." Alissia moved grabbing her cellphone, before opening an email and showing the address. "I was with some guys. I didn't drink alcohol or do drugs, with consent at least. But I remember they got me in a room, three guys. One, a blonde...he had a scar on his face." She shook her head, as that was all she could really remember. But a facial scar was a big clue.

#pride of azkets #{survivor: alissia}

@pride-of-azkets

Alissia was lonely, maybe that was an understatement. She had bought all the supplies for a new friend to enter her life. Alissia wanted a cat. Cats could take care of themselves but could also be a loving force. Something she could care for and talk to. So, she found herself at the local animal shelter, looking at all the cats and kittens. Alissia heard someone walked in, and turned to see a woman. No, woman didn't sound right. A goddess. Alissia found herself blushing before realizing she was staring, quickly moving her attention to the cats. Leave it to her to make a fool of herself even at the animal shelter.

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Hearing the knock on her window, she was hesitant. Alissia peeked from the curtain, before putting a finger up for him to wait. After a moment, she returned to the window. Alissia moved the curtain, unlocked the window before opening it. There was a towel on the floor, and she was holding one. To help dry him off from the rain. She didn’t say anything, just let him climb into her apartment. Alissia felt he would explain himself and do most of the talking. Yet, she still felt odd. As if she knew too much, and she wished she didn’t. It made sense; with the Batman’s equipment he would need money. Alissia had thanked him the night he helped her, but now she felt she had to keep thanking him - as his programs for Gotham saved her many times. Alissia sat on her bed, just waiting for him to speak up.

🦇—-;; Bruce looked at her when she did appear at the window, it didn’t take him long to realise why she wanted him to wait, she was getting towels so he wouldn’t track water through her home, which he would respect. When he was let in, he’s careful as he does so, pulling his cape in behind him and making sure he stood on the towel that had been placed on the floor and he sighs. “What gave me away earlier?” He asks, straight to the point he figured. He wasn’t angry surprisingly, far from it. He reaches for the other towel to get off any remaining water that hadn’t run down off of him onto the towel on the floor.

Watching him get in her apartment, she looked him over in silence. With his question, she pursed her lips. "The way you grabbed me, held me. That's a grip I'll never forget." He didn't seem angry, but she was still weary. "Strong, safe, like someone gives a damn." Something she wasn't used to. "I feel dumb for not putting it together sooner, it all makes sense." Alissia slowly sat on her bed, struggling to look at him. "Apparently I was roofied that night. I've...I've been having nightmares, but I don't know if it really happened or not." She seemed unsure about herself, anxious about saying the wrong thing. "I don't know what to do." Alissia was bothered. "I feel like I can't trust anyone, even myself now."

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Callum wasn’t used to this, and they couldn’t stop themself from blushing. “You need to stop Wesley. I’m not having sex with you, I…” No, this wasn’t the time to bring this up. But the sex talk was getting overwhelming. They flinched as Wesley touched their leg and pushed it away. “I’m a virgin. For the last time I’m not having sex with you. You’re fucking drunk.” Callum was embarrassed now, and just kept their eyes on the road. They couldn’t look at Wesley. Eventually they made it to Wesley’s place, and parked. Getting out, Callum helped Wesley out. “Cmon, let’s get you into bed.”

He was shocked when they slapped his hand away. “Ow…” He rubbed his hand, not fully registering what they had just said. He frowned, folding his arms over his chest. “I get it. You don’t like me.” He mumbled, staring out the window. He was completely drunk, but he still felt embarrassed. When they reached his house, he fumbled with the button to the seatbelt but finally got it. “You don’t have to help me. I got it.” But he still let them help him out of the vehicle and into his apartment.

#amourpoetique #{ace of hearts: callum}

Getting Wesley out of the car, and into his apartment building. Callum was glad that Wesley was cooperating and got him into his apartment. He got him into his room, sitting him down. After some time, Callum got Wesley some aspirin and water. "Here Wes, take this." They then got on their knees in front of him, starting to take off his shoes. Callum wasn't used to this. They then stood, looking at Wesley. "Wanna get out of your jeans? Can't be comfortable sleeping in them." They just wanted to make sure he was okay, and their anxiety was quite high.

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She was tired, exhausted even. A mental break could do that to a person. Alissia had been dragged into the asylum, and she was truthfully terrified. She'd be stuck in this strange place, with strangers - strangers who could be dangerous. The deaf woman was now seen as crazy. Crazy because she said her boyfriend raped her, crazy because he beat her over and over, crazy because she lost her unborn child. She had been stripped, cleaned, and put in the standard patient clothing. Alissia was let out into the day room, knowing no one. She slowly found her way to a couch, sitting down as she hoped she could fade into the background. Alissia wanted to relax, forget that she was there. She had no one inside, or out of the asylum.

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Dacian looks up as a woman enters the day room. He'd been stuck here a while as well. Albeit for different reasons. He was a witch. And the people who'd adopted him since he was a child, after his family died in a horrific house fire, didn't really like that. So they sent him here. He stands as she sits down, and approaches her. He offers her a smile and a wave. "Hi." He says. "You look like you need a friend."

#smilingupsidedown #{survivor: alissia}

Alissia slowly looked up, noticing the male in front of her. She listened to him, before giving a weak smile. "Is it that obvious?" Alissia was unsure about having a friend, especially here. But maybe she should have a friend, an ally - especially in a place like this. There was a very fine line. "How long have you been here, if you don't mind me asking." Alissia was worried, she'd be there forever. She had so many questions now, confused and apprehensive. "Like how is this place, what can you tell me?" She bit her lower lip, her eyes on the orderlies and nurses. They felt like the enemy. Alissia was stuck here, and it wasn't her fault. Or was it?

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“Of course, I’m not leaving your drunk ass to get picked up and kidnapped.” Getting Wesley into the car, they blushed as their cheek was kissed. “Stop it Wes, you’re drunk. Nothing is happening between us, you’re wasted.” Being called his favorite person, they bit the inside of their cheeks to suppress a smile. Hearing that the alcohol had loosened him up, Callum kept their eyes on the road. “I’m not taking advantage of you Wesley.” They stopped at a red light, sighing softly. This was the last thing they expected to be doing tonight, but this is what best friends do. They wouldn’t forgive themself if Wesley got hurt.

“Who is going to kidnap me? Worried someone wants me to be their sex slave?” He smirked at them. “I may be drunk, but I can tell that you’re blushing.” He pouted when they said nothing was going to happen. “Oh come on. You know you want me.” He reached over to put a hand on their leg. “Taking advantage? Ooh, so you do want me.” He grinned. “Fine. Guess my ass will go to bed. Alone.” He turned to look out the window. “Thanks for picking me up, Callum.”

#idk why my gif wont post #amourpoetique #{Ace of Hearts: Callum}

Callum wasn't used to this, and they couldn't stop themself from blushing. "You need to stop Wesley. I'm not having sex with you, I..." No, this wasn't the time to bring this up. But the sex talk was getting overwhelming. They flinched as Wesley touched their leg and pushed it away. "I'm a virgin. For the last time I'm not having sex with you. You're fucking drunk." Callum was embarrassed now, and just kept their eyes on the road. They couldn't look at Wesley. Eventually they made it to Wesley's place, and parked. Getting out, Callum helped Wesley out. "Cmon, let's get you into bed."

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Seeing her flinch, he suppressed a smirk. He tried not to give away too much to her, he was a ghost in her home after all. However, it felt the other way around to him. “Wren, that’s a pretty name.” She had doe-like eyes, and he was melting as he stared into them. Her soul, it was so sweet and kind. Nothing like his own. His eyes were nearly black, and there was no light in them like the living. “Westfield?” Calvin was a bit nervous; he would have to lay low if she found out about him. Frankly a google search of the house would be able to tell her of the boy. But the school; the school held a plaque for his fallen victims. Nothing for him. In fact, there was a teacher still there who had survived the attack. “It’s nice, to have a beautiful girl here, not used to it. Usually there are a bunch of barbie dolls, but not you.” He smiled, but his smile faded as he heard his mother downstairs. “Ah, now you get to meet Corinne.” He wandered off downstairs and was immediately hugged by his younger sister. She missed him; however, the reasoning wouldn’t be clear.

“Thanks. I’ve always kind of hated it.” She admitted about her name. Though now she was barely an adult it had finally grown on her. She eyed the boy in her room. He looked familiar. She couldn’t exactly put her finger on where she knew him from. Maybe it was just her imagination. “Yes. Westfield. I’m studying business management.” She smiled softly at him. She was intrigued by this person. He seemed nice, maybe a little creepy. But it didn’t bother her.

She blushed when he called her beautiful. “You mean I’m not some hot blonde?” She asked curiously. She heard a woman’s voice. She followed him down the stairs, furrowing her brows in confusion when he hugged his sister. Had they not just seen each other when he was just home a few minutes ago? She introduced herself to his mother and sister, smiling politely at them.

#amourpoetique #{ahs: calvin}

"It's different, unique." Calvin really liked her name, and he wasn't just kissing ass. So, she would be going to Westfield, the same Westfield he attended in 1994 when he snapped under pressure. "Business management, well that is smart. You won't struggle to find a job after school. Not like a music history major." Calvin laughed, smiling. She blushed as he called her beautiful, and he felt prideful. "Nah, but a hot brunette." He winked at her, before heading downstairs.

Seeing his mom, he avoided her but hugged his sister. "Hey Sweetie. Wren this is my baby sister Adelaide." She waved. The girl was practically a woman, but she had down syndrome and was clearly under her mother's thumb. Adelaide handed over a tray of brownies to Wren. 'Welcome to the neighborhood!'

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Callum rolled their eyes as Wesley spoke. “Yeah, yeah Hot Stuff, I’ll be there in a bit.” They hung up and made their way to the Blue Moon Lounge as quickly as they could. Pulling up, they saw Wesley and got out of the car. “C'mon Wes.” They opened the passenger side door, before grabbing Wesley’s arm and trying to usher him into the car. “Don’t think I’ve ever seen you this drunk, what’s going on with you.” Callum hadn’t done much of chauffeuring for Wesley like this. Getting Wesley into the car, they buckled him in. Callum got into the driver’s seat, trying to start the drive to get him home. They looked over at Wesley, still worried. “I’ll get you home.”

Wes waited patiently outside of the lounge, dancing to the music that was echoing out the doors. That familiar car appeared, and Wes grinned. “You came.” He laughed as the person came over to grab him. “Ooh. You’re getting handsy already.” He got into the car, fumbling with the seatbelt. He all of a sudden forgot how to put one on. “Thanks, sugar muffin.” He kissed their cheek as they buckled him. He settled against the seat as they joined him in the car. “I was having fun with some friends! And now I’m with my favorite person. And by the way, the alcohol has loosened certain body parts on me. If you know what I mean.” He grinned at the person driving.

#amourpoetique #{Ace of Hearts: Callum}

"Of course, I'm not leaving your drunk ass to get picked up and kidnapped." Getting Wesley into the car, they blushed as their cheek was kissed. "Stop it Wes, you're drunk. Nothing is happening between us, you're wasted." Being called his favorite person, they bit the inside of their cheeks to suppress a smile. Hearing that the alcohol had loosened him up, Callum kept their eyes on the road. "I'm not taking advantage of you Wesley." They stopped at a red light, sighing softly. This was the last thing they expected to be doing tonight, but this is what best friends do. They wouldn't forgive themself if Wesley got hurt.

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Callum was worried as Wesley confessed his friends may have ditched him, and they were already getting their boots on. “What bar is it? I’ll come get you.” Of course, Callum had been around a drunk Wesley before, but it was rare. They weren’t a partier, so it was common for Wesley to go out with other friends - no harm, no foul. “We’ll talk about that when I get there. Let me know where you are.” Callum was dressed, boots on, and grabbing both their jacket and keys. “I need you to start drinking some water.” They were already in their car, waiting to find out which bar so they could go pick up their very drunk friend.

Wes grinned when they said they’d come get him. “I’m at the Blue Moon Lounge. Are you going to take me home, Callum?” He laughed into the phone, feeling giddy that the person was going to come see him. “Okay, fine. We’ll talk. But just know that if you want to fuck you’re going to have to tell me.” He was joking, his drunk ass not even knowing what to say. He made his way out of the building and onto the sidewalk. “I’m outside waiting.”

#amourpoetique #{Ace of hearts: Callum}

Callum rolled their eyes as Wesley spoke. "Yeah, yeah Hot Stuff, I'll be there in a bit." They hung up and made their way to the Blue Moon Lounge as quickly as they could. Pulling up, they saw Wesley and got out of the car. "C'mon Wes." They opened the passenger side door, before grabbing Wesley's arm and trying to usher him into the car. "Don't think I've ever seen you this drunk, what's going on with you." Callum hadn't done much of chauffeuring for Wesley like this. Getting Wesley into the car, they buckled him in. Callum got into the driver's seat, trying to start the drive to get him home. They looked over at Wesley, still worried. "I'll get you home."

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He played it off, which she understood. But it was still nerve wracking for her. She didn’t push the subject, and just continued to grab her items. Alissia did her best to rush out of there. She didn’t get far as she started her walk to the bus stop but took a detour in an alleyway. Alissia put her bags down, as she felt physically sick. She wished her memory could be wiped. Yet now she knew who to go to with the new information she had. It felt odd, intrusive even. Alissia had been complaining and venting about her life to the richest man in Gotham. She did her best to calm herself down, ease her anxiety. Alissia was trembling, cursing under her breath. She grabbed her cell phone, calling her cousin - no answer. Calling her friends, no answer. She slowly sunk down the wall, groaning.

🦇—-;; He was relieved she didn’t push the subject, it’s not like he couldn’t seek her out later and address the new issue. Which he fully intended on doing, he had to be sure she wasn’t going to share it with the world. Understandably, a secret like him being Batman couldn’t exactly come to light. He was aware she hurried off, he doesn’t follow after her immediately. It would be a little later in the day, after he’d finished helping with the food drive that day that he would go after her. She’d have questions he knew, but…he’d worry about answering them when it became necessary. There would be a gentle knock on her apartment window when he was sure she was home, the sound of the reinforced knuckles of his gauntlets tapping against the glass meant it didn’t sound as soft as it was intended, he’d done his best to make sure he wouldn’t startle her. It’s raining, he can hear the droplets hitting the cowl, but he’s listening for anything unusual as he waits for Alissia to come to the window. He was there to talk after all.

Hearing the knock on her window, she was hesitant. Alissia peeked from the curtain, before putting a finger up for him to wait. After a moment, she returned to the window. Alissia moved the curtain, unlocked the window before opening it. There was a towel on the floor, and she was holding one. To help dry him off from the rain. She didn't say anything, just let him climb into her apartment. Alissia felt he would explain himself and do most of the talking. Yet, she still felt odd. As if she knew too much, and she wished she didn't. It made sense; with the Batman's equipment he would need money. Alissia had thanked him the night he helped her, but now she felt she had to keep thanking him - as his programs for Gotham saved her many times. Alissia sat on her bed, just waiting for him to speak up.

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Having their phone go off at this time of night was unexpected, yet they still answered. Callum had known Wesley since elementary school, having been saved by the school bully. They had just been friends since, adopting each other. Callum trusted Wesley with everything and had been fearful upon coming out - just for Wesley to do the same.

Picking up the phone, Callum knew Wesley was drunk. Yet they hadn’t been expecting these statements. Callum blushed, and just stuttered. They did find Wesley attractive, and it was confusing to have these types of feelings for your best friend. “Wes, you’re drunk. Where are you?”

Wes laughed when they asked where he was. “I came out with some friends, but I think they ditched me.” He was near the bathrooms of the bar, his head leaning against the wall. Probably shouldn’t, since you never know what’s on the surfaces of this place. But Wes was too drunk to care. “But I don’t care because I’d rather talk to you.” He slurred out to them. “Admit you think I’m sexy.”

#amourpoetique #{ace of hearts: Callum}

Callum was worried as Wesley confessed his friends may have ditched him, and they were already getting their boots on. "What bar is it? I'll come get you." Of course, Callum had been around a drunk Wesley before, but it was rare. They weren't a partier, so it was common for Wesley to go out with other friends - no harm, no foul. "We'll talk about that when I get there. Let me know where you are." Callum was dressed, boots on, and grabbing both their jacket and keys. "I need you to start drinking some water." They were already in their car, waiting to find out which bar so they could go pick up their very drunk friend.

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As she started to fall, she instinctively moved to grab for something. When Bruce Wayne grabbed her, it felt so comforting and familiar. She was wide eyed for the longest time, just looking at him. The man spoke to her, and while her hearing aids were on, she didn’t hear him. For her, it felt like the world stopped. Alissia now knew something she wished she didn’t. It destroyed her view of Batman, and now of Bruce Wayne. There was so much going on in her brain. Alissia finally spoke, and all she could say was “I know who you are.” Her eyes never left him, looking confused and fearful. Frankly, she wanted to vomit knowing this secret. It felt like too much responsibility. However, he was exactly who she needed to speak to after finding out her drug test results from the hospital. Let him know what she was starting to remember. She had felt safe with Batman, but now in front of Bruce Wayne she felt like a nuisance, a problem more than anything.

🦇—-;; Bruce liked to think he was decent at reading people, maybe not excellent at it, but enough that he could generally get a feel for intentions, even if they weren’t outwardly obvious to most people. It’d gotten him out of tough spots in the past, both in and out of the cowl. Her comment though and reaction to him was a little off putting, though he doesn’t give it away that he’s recognised her exact meaning as soon as his initial confusion passed. Rather than letting his panic show, he smiles. “Not surprised, who doesn’t these days…” Being Gotham’s beloved philanthropic billionaire and the city’s ‘golden boy’, he knew it was a safe cared to play. He was giving no indication of knowing what she meant, he was playing dumb of course, there was too many people around to really confront her and confirm his fears. “Can’t say the same about you though…I don’t know you.” His tone however said otherwise, hoping she’d play along.

He played it off, which she understood. But it was still nerve wracking for her. She didn't push the subject, and just continued to grab her items. Alissia did her best to rush out of there. She didn't get far as she started her walk to the bus stop but took a detour in an alleyway. Alissia put her bags down, as she felt physically sick. She wished her memory could be wiped. Yet now she knew who to go to with the new information she had. It felt odd, intrusive even. Alissia had been complaining and venting about her life to the richest man in Gotham. She did her best to calm herself down, ease her anxiety. Alissia was trembling, cursing under her breath. She grabbed her cell phone, calling her cousin - no answer. Calling her friends, no answer. She slowly sunk down the wall, groaning.

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With the demands, and rough behavior - the male seemed terrified. ‘Understood.’ The male tried to clear his throat. Once he was put down, he ran off. Alissia opened her door a crack, peeking out. She had to make sure the man was gone, and that the Batman was alright. Of course, the vigilante could take care of himself, but she still worried. What if he got hurt all in the name of protecting her? Alissia would never forgive herself if anything happened to him, all because of her. Noticing that he was alone, she slipped out of her apartment. Alissia rushed and hugged him from behind. She had said thank you far too much tonight, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t grateful. Alissia eventually let go, before jut grabbing his hand and bringing him into her apartment. She locked the door behind them, securing it. After some time, she fell asleep - allowing him to slip out into the night.

Later in the week, the local food drive came around. Alissia was there with canvas bags in hand, looking exhausted. She looked almost as bad as the night he helped her. Alissia took what was offered to her, before she stopped to answer a phone call. She looked disturbed and simply mumbled “Flunitrazepam.” Alissia had gotten her results back, she had been roofied. Not looking, she bumped into someone and almost fell.

🦇—-;; Bruce could hope now that the man would stay away, not try his luck during the day when Batman wasn’t out lurking the streets. However he was glad he had spooked him off without much of a fight, he definitely preferred when things went smoothly. He knew the type though, he’d be back when he thought he had the chance, Bruce would be keeping an eye on him. He had remained by the door, the hug didn’t startle him as he’d heard her approach behind him. As promised he’d stayed there until she fell asleep, standing vigilant. As soon as she was asleep, he’d used one the windows to slip out without drawing too much attention to the fact he was no longer in the apartment and returned to his own home for the night.

He volunteered for the next food drive, to help hand out the items to people. He was recognised of course and there were a few bitter comments from less fortunate folks about the billionaire being there, but he ignored them. He was only there to help out. He had stepped out a bit to help a few people briefly when they struggled carrying some things, he almost didn’t catch the familiar voice behind him, he’d turned slightly to find the source only to have someone walk into him. He reacts to catch her before she fell. “Ooph, easy. You alright?” He asks. He recognises her as the woman he’d helped the other night. Alissia. Of course he had to play it off that he didn’t know that, after all why would Bruce Wayne know her? “I’m sorry.” Once he was sure she wasn’t going to fall he’d let her go and stepped back a bit. “You’re not hurt are you?”

As she started to fall, she instinctively moved to grab for something. When Bruce Wayne grabbed her, it felt so comforting and familiar. She was wide eyed for the longest time, just looking at him. The man spoke to her, and while her hearing aids were on, she didn't hear him. For her, it felt like the world stopped. Alissia now knew something she wished she didn't. It destroyed her view of Batman, and now of Bruce Wayne. There was so much going on in her brain. Alissia finally spoke, and all she could say was "I know who you are." Her eyes never left him, looking confused and fearful. Frankly, she wanted to vomit knowing this secret. It felt like too much responsibility. However, he was exactly who she needed to speak to after finding out her drug test results from the hospital. Let him know what she was starting to remember. She had felt safe with Batman, but now in front of Bruce Wayne she felt like a nuisance, a problem more than anything.