Summary: You are Bruce's sister and you are desperate to hide some information from him and want him to be protected from Gotham's attack. You head over to the only man your family were friends with.

(I've had a few family issues so I have no idea when a part 2 will be up . I just had to write this because people want to stop asking me everyday  to write this, I gladly would have written this a long time ago but had no motivation to do it.  Maybe a part two will be up next month or so.)

I made my way closer to the door and glanced back at the bed, my brother Bruce finally listened to me and decided to rest up for the night. I never thought he would listen to me but he did, there's been many people targeted in Gotham, only the rich have been warned and killed all of the sudden.

A serial killer only known as The Riddler killed the mayor just two days ago, and in those two days people have already started to disappear.

As the oldest of one of the only remaining Wayne it was my job for Bruce to stay secure and to never miss out on anything. He turned out to be getting colder and more distant from me the sooner he started growing up

I never really paid much mind to it. The only important thing for me was for him to stay safe, but I soon realized that i had made a mistake. Alfred did tell me that Bruce once looked up to me, hoping to have the real love of a sister or mother, but I was do focused on myself and my job that I forgot to spend time with him.

Now as an adult it is too late for me to try and be the sister he wanted.

Without looking back I exited the room and noticed Alfred laying still on a chair by the giant table filled with newspapers, riddles and clues. I got myself closer to him and noticed he was fast asleep.

Gently I draped a blanket over him and quickly made my way out of the Wayne building and into the dark cold night.

As soon as I made my way out I saw many teenagers walking around the streets, many of them disguised as criminals. I know exactly how to defend myself from them, but if this Riddler person if out there who knows what he might do to me.

Bruce thought I didn't saw any of the news recently but I lied. He didn't want to worry me but I know the Riddler is targeting us the Wayne's. Specifically my brother.

I continue to walk down the streets until it slowly started to rain and I saw a familiar building up ahead. I breathed in slowly and stared at the door separating me inside.

The iceberg lounge.

"I have to do this. For Bruce." I whispered to myself. Raiding my hand up i knocked on the door twice.

I kept on fixing the door but felt strange sensation over me, like someone is watching me. Slowly I glanced back over my shoulder and looked up at the building across from this one. I furrowed my eyebrows when I noticed a shadow walk past a window of one of the many apartment rooms.

Maybe I'm just going insane. Nothing more. I patiently waited until the door opened, I was greeted by two men, twins.

They stared at me then at each other. "Mrs. Wayne."

"I'm here to talk to your boss." I demanded showing no sign of fear or regret of what I am about to ask.

Their eyes met each other's again until they slowly opened the door wife for me to enter. "Follow me." One of the twins said and made me follow him up a couple of stairs while the other one stayed behind.

I hummed dissatisfied at the loud music all around me and many drunk people dancing around. I continued to follow the twin until we made it to a more calm area.

As soon as we walked in many more people were inside, either sitting and drinking or doing drops. Some ladies were up on a small stage doing their dances and wanting more money. One tall woman with knee high boots walked past me and just stared at me for a split second before going back to a crowd of people.

Many powerful people were here. It's been many years since I've stepped foot in this place. Falcone surely gained a lot of money because this was even more of a dump back then.

The man I was following stepped forward to the bar area. He walked over and started speaking to Falcone who was with Oswald Cobblepot by his side.

Falcone stood up from his seat and turned to look at me before adjusting those dark sunglasses.

"(Y/N)! To what do I owe the pleasure my dear?" He grinned and placed the drink he had in hid hands down.

I faked a smile and got closer until he grabbed my hand and kissed it. "Beautiful ad ever Mrs. Wayne. Welcome to my place."

"How can you see in this darkness through those glasses?" I asked wanting for him to stop playing the changing man.

He smirked and started to laugh a bit. "Funny and teasing as ever. Here let me get you a a drink-"

"Mr. Falcone I'm here because of an urgent matter."

"I've told you to call me by my first name."

I noticed the guard and Cobblepot just staring between us confused at to what I meant by urgent. The man hummed and placed his hands into his pockets.

"If we could please talk in private."

i could see Falcone's eyes through his glasses, he seemed to want to laugh. All he did was scoff instead. "Sure. Follow me ."

Finally. I did as told and followed him to his private office area, before one of his many guards could come through he shoved the door to his face and locked it.

"Make yourself at home. I must say it's been a while since I last got to see you up close, well, I did at the funeral but it wouldn't have been decent to start up a conversation." He chuckled glancing over to me.

I frowned and crossed my arms over my chest. My attitude doesn't seem to mind him one bit, we've all had a past but he was the only person who helped me back then when my parents died.

"Do you want a drink?" He asked holding up to glasses with alcohol.

"No. What I need your help. I'll pay you anything but I need this to stay hidden from Bruce."

I began to explain while Carmine began to play pool and raised an eyebrow at me. "I think I know what you mean by that."

Bruce and I are half siblings. My mother had me when she way too young and fragile of her mind, being in Arkham helped her just a bit just she wasn't fitted ti be a mother at first. Half of her family helped raised me alongside her husband, Thomas. He never once hesitated on adopting me.

Only my closest of families know that someone else is my true father and not Thomas. That had been hidden from the public alongside the many records of mental illness hidden on my side of the family and a few dirty secrets hidden from Bruce and the others.

"I want protection for my brother. He cannot know of these secrets and I want him to remain safe. I don't want this Riddler person to lay s finger on him."

My eyes kept staring at Carmine who continued to play by himself. "Deal." He quickly said as soon I finished talking.

"D-Deal?" I stuttered not believing he would be so into it.

"Yeah why not? The Wayne's have owed me favors and so on with both parties. But, what I want in exchange will cost you."

Carmine stopped playing and grabbed the remaining glass which was mine. I raised an eyebrow when I saw him stand in front of me, smirking now.

"I have a ton of money saved, do that will be no problem." I shut my mouth when I saw him shaking his head.

"I'm not asking for money, (Y/N). Let's say I'm looking for something personal and intimate."

...Intimate? Wait does he mean? My entire expression changed. I heard a small chuckle erupt from his mouth. I felt him fingers on my chin making me stare up at him.

"So, do we have a deal Mrs. Wayne?"

I stared back at him and the drink in his hands. Without a second though I reached out for the glass, held it in my hands and took a huge sip from it. I'm gonna need it

This made Carmine smirk even more. "That's a good girl.."