Note: omg. I took over a month to update. I am sorry. Stupid school got in the way. (And my odd sleeping habits). Also sorry for the crappy chapter before. And this one is distracted. D: sorry. sorry. I'll try to update faster.

It was strange. Waking up and knowing you were a failure. Knowing that in a week, everything had gone wrong. Knowing the love of your life was in your life, and now gone. It was strange to wake up and know your life would never be the same.

"No."
"Please?"

"I can't"

"You know you have to."
"…I know." Raven ran a hand through her hand through her, now, short black hair as Rose frowned at her, while begging her to talk about the night everything went wrong.

It had been over two months since she had even talked to Bruce. Two months since she had failed at play little miss 'hero'. Every time she thought about it she knew it was her fault for not listening to Bruce. He wanted to keep her safe; it was his 'duty'. She knew she was such an idiot, and many other words.

She had cut her long hair to a short, more corporate look. She used to wear earrings, not anymore. Her revealing, but innocent style was long gone. She was all business. Although her style still was expensive. Prada wasn't cheap. She wore a little make up now. Red lips, light blush, mascara, and light touch of eye shadow.

Her attitude had changed, her mind set. She wasn't a weak, innocent, vulnerable child on the outside anymore. She had always been strong on the inside but unsure of how to show it, but now, she knew how, and she was stronger than she had ever been before. Losing your love and almost getting killed did that to you.

Raven had to ignore her past for today. Today she had to go into work and hold a meeting that involved Wayne enterprises. Which meant Bruce? Which meant her life was going to get very awkward.

"I have to go." She mumbled more to herself than to Rose.

She had to forget everything.

Bruce!

"I heard that their having problems because she was against one of his investments." Some blonde gossip whispered just as he walked by.

Bruce was getting tired of all the rumors flying around about Raven and him. Honestly, they weren't even creative anymore.

They use to be; "I heard he had another lover and she was Raven's long lost cousin and I heard they got in a fight over Bruce!" or; "Raven became lesbian."

Yeah. Creative.

I mean this new one with her having a problem with his 'investments' wasn't even specific. What happened to specific?

All he asked was for someone to say that she had trust issues. All he asked for was someone to point out that it wasn't his fault. Strangely enough the tabloids all seemed to want to point the blame on him. Probably because she owned them.

Sucks for him.

He walked in the meeting room, which in his opinion needed a makeover. Too bland and boring.

It was an old building over all, one of the first of Wayne Enterprises, and this room overall proved it with the old coffee smell, and old pictures of his father sitting in the room when it was actually new. Obviously an old building.

Not saying he was old or anything, when people in their twenty's are considered old, well; the world needed a reality check.

Sadly, today he was getting his reality check. In this room Raven Rafael and he would 'talk' about merging. This wasn't his idea, or hers, the companies both in the past overall as a whole had been thinking about this for a long time, and why not now?

He groaned mentally. Today he was suppose to talk to Raven about an important business move that would involve 'trust' on both ends. How was he supposed to trust her when she didn't even trust him to do a simple thing of protecting her?

He was BATMAN. B-A-T-M-A-N. He was a superhero in kid's eyes. Well some.

Bruce hadn't seen her in two months. Last he heard she was off in Michigan…or was it California? It didn't matter, she was coming here today, and he had to act civil.

It was time to play the game she was so good at. He was going to win it this time.

Of course she just had to look the way she did.

"Sorry I'm late Mr. Wayne." Her voice rang out, forcing his thoughts to come to a screeching halt.

He didn't recognize her at first with her short hair. Something about seemed to scream; 'Don't mess with me.'

"You're not that late." He mumbled turning away to look out the one of three large windows in the room.

He listened to her as she glanced around the room and mumble about incompetent co-workers and assistant.

"Mr. Wayne?" she spoke harshly.

"Call me Bruce." He hissed.

"No." she hissed right back; "I know this is awkward, but we ha-," No way in hell he was going to let her finish that sentence.

He turned around quickly, glaring at her; "No." he said right as a group of men walked into the room, briefcases and all, shutting her up on the spot.

She lifted her chin upwards in a defensive stance; "I still do." She said it as if it fit into the small conversation they were having.

Of course he knew what she meant. He knew all to well. All because it was the same for him too. As much as he wanted to hide the fact it was the same with him.

He didn't hate her; on the contrary he loved her. Although what was love without trust?

He knew he sounded like some sort of romance movie or novel but it didn't matter.

He grunted his response as he sat down at the large table along with eight other people.

When they both locked eyes from across the table he knew the sad fact that angered him more than ever.

She won.