"Stay safe my ass...ugh I hate that guyl" I angrily began talking to myself and carefully climbed down the rope. I freaked out when I reached down and saw Alfred with his back facing me from the clear kitchen window. I hurriedly reached up and cut the rope and winced when I fell down on the bushes and remained still when Alfred opened up the window and began looking around.

Alfred hummed and began preparing a meal. I hid the small dagger inside my boot and carefully stepped out of the bushes and climbed up the gates out to the Wayne manor.

How dare Bruce tell me what to do when it's clear that we dislike each other. He constantly avoids me and only talks to Alfred from time to time, since Alfred talks to him strictly something Bruce has hated even more recently.

Bruce likes to spend time alone, locked up wherever he does at the mansion. He reminds me of a vampire constantly hiding on the dark to not be seen by daylight..or as I also teased him..an emo with how gloomy he is.

I confidently walked down the streets and no one spotted me. It's like my family perished and never existed due to the Wayne and their fame for being the rich and how they were murdered of course..

Bruce thinks I don't relate to him at all, from the pain of losing both parents, I go through that pain everyday but I learn to let them go and become the person I am.

The streets were as busy as ever with many weird faces along the way. Up ahead I spotted a multitude of people, I passed through the crowd and saw few dead bodies on the pavement and another one that was covered up and being taken into an ambulance.

"Miss you can't come-" a police officer told me when I walked closer to the crime scene. I pulled out my fake police I.D and the man stayed shut and let me pass.

"Hold on." I told the two men who were covered from head to toe who were also covered in a mask and gloves. They stopped and my blood ran cold when I saw the body of the mayor.

He had blood on his suit and his entire head was wrapped in duct tape. It was an awful scene to witness. I stepped back and watched them take his body. Next I looked doen the rest of the bodies, they must've been the bodyguards.

I knelt down and saw them lying on a large amount of blood, their hands were tied behind their backs. "(Y/N)?" I raised my head up and saw Edward, using the same outfits are the previous men.

"Ed!" I stood up and walked closer to him. "I didn't know you worked for the GCPD." "And neither did I." He said looking down at my fake badge.

"I like things to be a secret..speaking of secrets what happened here?" We both look down at the bodies.

"Apparently yesterday around midnight someone found their way into the mayors' office and killed him. It's messed up isn't it? The way the man got killed..who would do such a thing?"

I nodded my head and glanced over to Ed who fixed his glasses and kept his dark eyes on the men and placed some evidence on a small bag.

"I agree. No More Lies..why would the killer write that and with blood. Also why are these men tied up? It makes no sense."

"How so?"

I point at their clothes and their posture. "It is clear by the blood that they weren't fighting against the killer, yet they were tied up for some reason. This killer is playing a sick game..maybe this is some sort of riddle?"

I look at Ed confused to why this killer would do this. Ed glared down and slowly nodded his head deep in thought, "You're a smart one." I felt my face go slightly red at the compliment I got.

"Hey. I know this isn't an appropiate time but would you like to have some coffee? I just need to head back to the department and hand the evidence."

"Is this a date, Nashton?" I ask an raise an eyebrow.

Ed just hummed and walked back to the officers. We arrived at the GCPD and I stood outside waiting for Ed. He came out and in no time we were at a small nice diner.

Ed handed me a few files I asked him if he could get for me. The pictures his team took at the crime scene. I got my own files out and placed my bag on the table and began to re-read them and look at the pictures.

"What do you think the killer is up to?" Ed asked while moving closer to me and looking down at the images. I shook my head not understanding.

"I don't get it..what with these strange symbols?" I ask pointing at one of the pictures.

"I'm not quite sure.."

"This is a message it has to be...can I have these?" I hold onto the pictures and Ed nods his head. "Sure, just don't tell anyone I printed them for you."

I smile and placed the pictures in my bag and took a sip of my coffee. Once I get home I'll decipher these and maybe we'll know what it says. "Thank you so mucu for this and the coffee."

Ed gives me a small smile but seems a bit distracted. I can now also fully appreciate how good looking he is..I quickly look away too flustered to say anything, but I decide to be direct.

"Ed..do you have a girl?"

Ed almost choked on his drink and looked at me confused. "What?" "...A girlfriend..do you have one?" He stares at me for a couple seconds but then shrugs his shoulder and shakes his head.

"I'm not the romantic type, i'm too focused on my job to have a partner." He simply tells me and I can sense I shouldn't have asked him that. I looked down at my lap and felt ashamed for asking him that.

"Do you have someone special?" He instead asks and I lift my face and see him curious of what my answer may be.

I take a deep breathe and feel my hands shaking. "I do..or did..I'm not even sure..i always loved him but he doesnt return the feelings and just pushes me away.."

Ed reached forward and took my shaking hands. Then that person doesn't deserve you..." tears started to involuntarily fall down my face and right when Ed was about to reach forward I moved back and excused myself and headed to the bathroom.

He is right about what he said. My heart still skips a beat whenever I see Bruce but I'm also beginning to feel something for Ed, despite being the second time we meet.

I splashed my face with some water and fixed myself up. "I'm sorry for running out..Ed?" I reached our table but he wasn't there in his seat.

"Edward?!" I called out his name and looked around the diner. Nothing. Did I do something wrong? I probably did I always do...

I felt disappointed in myself and slowly I made it back home. I climbed up the gates to the Wayne estate and slowly reached up the stairs and by entrance there stood Bruce and Alfred.

Alfred looked at me like a disappointed father, and Bruce was furious. "B-Bruce I can explain-" but before I could explain myself he angrily walked over to me and grabbed my arm tight and pulled me inside.

"How many times are you going to keep doing this?" He began telling me while still holding onto me as we walked down the halls. "Is this some joke to you? The mayor has just been brutally killed and its clear that this sick killer is after the rich."

I winced from his sharp grasp and tried pushing him away. "You don't understand, Bruce! I was trying to help I went to the crime scene and-"

"You what?!" He shouted and pushed me into another room and he tiredly ran his hands over his face. "What else did you do while I was gone?"

"Don't worry nobody dangerous recognized me-" "Still that doesnt't mean anything. If you continue this, your funeral will be next. Trust no one." He bitterly said.

I looked up at him and began taking the pictures out of my purse. "I-I did this because I love you." I finally admitted and saw him surprised.

Bruce stayed silent and I reached for his hands but before I could he stopped me. "Well I don't..You only do because our parents made you believe that. You can't keep lying to yourself." He lowly whispered.

I felt my hesrt break so I began to cry. Bruce took a step back and turned to Alfred, "Keep a close eye on, (Y/N), will you?" Bruce said walking past him and locked the doors once more.

I ran over to the windows but these had bars blocking me from going out. I went to the bed and continued to cry..I just wanted to help Bruce..Edward gave me these pictures for a reason.

I hurriedy reached my purse and began searching for the printed images, but they werent inside.

I swear I folded them and placed them inside. I checked deper and saw something hiding inside, a white piece of paper with a something written on it. I cursed to myself and ran over to the drawers and started to sketch out the weird symbols I remembered from one of the pictures.

I stared at the paper and ran over to pick one of the few many books on a shelf. I hurriedly began to write what they meant and my blood ran cold.

'I Hope You're Enjoying My Game, Until We Meet Again (Y/N)'

Edward...Why is he doing this? I held onto my pen tightly until it broke. Should I tell Bruce about this or follow on and figure why Ed did this?

Should I choose the man I just met who listened to me, or my childhood friend keeps pushing me away?