[ the last 24 hours had been a whirlwind. everything had been normal, at least the normal she had been used too. it was supposed to be another normal night with one of her regular clients. he was a senator and old enough to be mia's grandfather. and then the window of the hotel room was smashed and there was a gigantic shadow. batman. and he was scary and wonderful at the same time. after he had incapacitated her client he had turned to her, looked at her. he asked her if she was hurt. if she was okay. and if she could get somewhere safe. she had nodded because what else could she do. and then she got out of there. but she didn't have anywhere safe to go, so she went back to her pimp because even that was better than the streets.
which is why she was where she was right now, dressed up like a doll at a gala for gotham's elite. it was rare a client actually took her somewhere like this, probably because of her age, there weren't many places grown men could take a teenage girl that wouldn't raise a few red flags. she knows after the gala they'll go to a hotel room and she knows exactly what will happen. which is why she's going to enjoy herself here as much as possible. it isn't often she gets to actually have fun.
she doesn't notice bruce wayne right away. there are so many people at the gala it's enough to make her head spin. her clinet hadn't really noticed when she slips away from him. he's too busy bragging about some new business aquisition to his friends and from the way they had looked at her earlier he had bragged about her (which makes her nervous about what he might expect her to do later).
she's managed to sneak a few drinks because apparently no one ids at parties for gotham's wealthiest. it's only when she grabbed her second drink from a passing train she stops to look at him. something about him is oddly familiar. it's probably just because he's bruce wayne. everyone knows who bruce wayne is even those who make their living on the street. but it's something else and she can't stop staring at him. his eyes. his chin. the way he talks to other people. and then a thought strikes her. he's still far enough away from her that if she raises her hand at a certain angle she'll cover part of his face from view. if anyone was to look at her they'd probably just think she was someone's daughter admiring one of her rings in the light (a loan from her client). instead, she's covering the top half of bruce wayne's face.
it takes her a moment. because that can't be right? can it? she glances over at her client who's still wrapped up in his story. then she sets her drink down and goes over to bruce. ]
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which is why she was where she was right now, dressed up like a doll at a gala for gotham's elite. it was rare a client actually took her somewhere like this, probably because of her age, there weren't many places grown men could take a teenage girl that wouldn't raise a few red flags. she knows after the gala they'll go to a hotel room and she knows exactly what will happen. which is why she's going to enjoy herself here as much as possible. it isn't often she gets to actually have fun.
she doesn't notice bruce wayne right away. there are so many people at the gala it's enough to make her head spin. her clinet hadn't really noticed when she slips away from him. he's too busy bragging about some new business aquisition to his friends and from the way they had looked at her earlier he had bragged about her (which makes her nervous about what he might expect her to do later).
she's managed to sneak a few drinks because apparently no one ids at parties for gotham's wealthiest. it's only when she grabbed her second drink from a passing train she stops to look at him. something about him is oddly familiar. it's probably just because he's bruce wayne. everyone knows who bruce wayne is even those who make their living on the street. but it's something else and she can't stop staring at him. his eyes. his chin. the way he talks to other people. and then a thought strikes her. he's still far enough away from her that if she raises her hand at a certain angle she'll cover part of his face from view. if anyone was to look at her they'd probably just think she was someone's daughter admiring one of her rings in the light (a loan from her client). instead, she's covering the top half of bruce wayne's face.
it takes her a moment. because that can't be right? can it? she glances over at her client who's still wrapped up in his story. then she sets her drink down and goes over to bruce. ]
Mr Wayne? [ she's all smiles. ] Hi.