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chapter twenty-eight ━ two-faced

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GOTHAM ACADEMY WAS the school for every single rich kid in Gotham whose parents, for whatever reason, didn't hire a private tutor. They all wore matching uniforms, smiling like they hadn't a care in the world, and showed off their newest expensive item or told a crazy story only rich people could tell. Disgusting. Skylar scowled at everyone she was, arms crossed as she leaned her back against a tree. Her hair was up in a high ponytail, her attire made up of mostly black, besides the dark forest green shirt she had, but of course, she had a black leather jacket on. Selina had influenced her pretty well.

Bruce stood by her in his matching uniform, his eyes focusing on finding Silver. He believed her, explaining how he did have a slight inkling that there was something sinister going on. Evidently the reason he was being so hellbent on finding remotely anything from Silver, was because he wanted to find out who killed his parents. She couldn't blame him. Still, he was being reckless and she was a little worried. A little.

He hadn't spoken much, keeping his attention on the cars dropping off kids. The silence was actually starting to bother her. Not to mention his idea was bothering her. It was simple and simple was not good in this situation. They needed an elaborate plan so Silver didn't go running for the hills straight to Galavan. The guy was in jail, but that wasn't good enough for her. And with Oswald still nowhere to be found, she still had no way to enact her revenge.

"You sure you still want to do this?" Skylar questioned, sighing as she put her hands in her pockets, staring off into the distance. "I mean, a knife to her throat might get her to talk." She shrugged a little at her own words, glancing over at him to see him not even looking over at her.

"We can't do that."

"Why not?"

"Cause it's illegal"

Skylar scoffed and rolled her eyes, hands firmly in the pockets of her skinny jeans. "Ironic, last I checked breaking into someone's safe was illegal." That got him, making him shake his head and look over at her. She smirked when she got his attention. "Didn't think about that now did you?"

He turned his body towards her, staring right at her, almost as if he were trying to compel her to believe what he was saying. "If there's even a chance Galavan knows who killed my parents, I have to take it. I told Alfred I have fencing practice after school to buy us some time if we need it." Then he looked away from her right as a guilt-stricken expression flashed across her features. "If you don't want to help, you can leave."

She stayed silent for a moment, not sure what to say in response. Finally, she decided to reach forward and place a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Hey, I'm not going anywhere. I want to see this bitch get served. . .and I want you to find out information about your parents' murder." She pulled her hand away, her eyes darting to a car that was approaching.

Bruce looked a bit appalled at what she had said, not having expected for her to be so supportive or nice, especially not after all he had done to her; and yet she still was helping him. He did not deserve it, he knew that fairly well. But nonetheless, he was grateful. However, the boy wished he had shown her more kindness, knowing she deserved such. Now that he thought about it, she deserved a lot of things.

"You gonna stare at me all day, Wayne? Or are you going to turn around and look at blondie bear over there?"

The questions caused him to jolt out of his focused state, doing as she said. And the second he did, there was a rustle of leaves as she climbed the tree as best she could, stumbling a bit. Bruce quickly paid attention to Silver's figure as the girl made eye contact with him, throwing him a sweet, little smile. For a split second, he thought that just maybe they were wrong and that Silver may be innocent after all. He cleared the thought immediately.

Skylar attempted to get comfortable but couldn't seem to find a way to sit properly without looking stupid. So she settled for sitting on one of the thickest branches, her legs hanging on either side. It was awkward as hell. Not to mention she did have to strain her hearing a bit to actually be able to hear what the two were talking about. She almost blocked them out entirely out of boredom but knew she had to listen, so she didn't.

Silver was sitting with him at the bench below the tree, her legs crossed, looking so flawless and at ease that it was absolutely sickening to witness. Bruce was acting much calmer than she expected, professional-like even which did make her smirk, ever so amused.

"Your uncle made me an offer," he explained. "The name of my parents' killer in exchange for selling him my shares in Wayne Enterprises. I said no." He paused for dramatic effect, leaving Silver on the edge of her seat practically. "But circumstances have changed."

The moment that sentence was spoken, the rich girl's whole stance changed. She grinned, standing up straight, looking hopeful. "You're going to sell?" The optimistic tone made her want to vomit, in disbelief of how obvious she was making it that she was not on Bruce's side at all. It made her wonder what was in it for her if she did manage to convince Bruce to sell.

"No." Silver's shoulders deflated. "Then your uncle was arrested, and his assets are frozen. Tell him I'll pay for his defense; in exchange, he gives me the name."

She scoffed, no longer being nice to him, but still kept up her innocent appearance, because heaven knows she has to. Skylar rolled her eyes, looking at her nails which weren't looking too good. There was dirt in her nail, some dried blood for whatever reasons. And the actual nail itself wasn't looking too healthy, her cuticles terrible. The fact that she was assessing her hand was enough to prove just how bored she was.

"You're taking advantage of him," Silver accused.

"I have something he needs, he has something I need, that's all."

"Do you believe what people are saying about him?"

She glanced back down at the two rascals, adjusting her position on the tree since she was getting antsy. She tried sitting criss-cross but ended up almost falling, so she settled for sitting like that, but held onto the tree so she didn't collapse.

"I don't care what people say," Bruce told her simply. "My father was investigating Wayne Enterprises, then he and my mother were killed. Last year, I investigated Wayne Enterprises, and someone tried to kill Alfred. Either I find out who killed my parents and stop whatever's happening in my company, or I'm dead." His tone did give away how desperate he was. Slightly. Silver seemed too stupid to notice small things like that, but Skylar wasn't. She heard it clear as day. "I need that name."

Sometimes she wished that she knew what it was like to have parents that loved you, dedicated their time to time, and didn't focus on their job or get blinded by man, resulting in a coma. She did feel lucky to have a nice couple adopt her and take her in, not reminding her of her past. But even then, she hadn't a single clue what being a happy family was like. What if Lila had never beaten her and Jerome? What if Skylar's biological father was in the picture and was a good man? What if Jeremiah never left?

"The grand jury hearing is today," Silver stressed to him. "He's going to be cleared."

"What if he's not?" Bruce questioned. "What then?" He gave her a moment to think about it, seeing as he did not say anything else for a long moment before he finally continued. "Silver, get him to tell you the name, and I will make sure he has the best defense money can buy, I promise."

Apparently she enjoyed torture herself by thinking back on old memories. Why was she all of a sudden remembering all of these shitty things? Skylar pushed all of her thoughts away, listening to the conversation only. Stupid, stupid memories.

"You think he's guilty," Silver pointed out, sounding unconvinced. "Why would you believe anything he says?"

"Because it would come from you." Skylar's head snapped over when he said that, her heart dropping to the ground. "If you bring me the name, I'll know it's real." She watched, frozen with shock as Bruce leaned over and whispered something in Silver's ear. When he pulled away, the blonde was smiling so wide.

"Do you mean that?" she asked, causing him to nod. The girl stood up, bag on her shoulders. "I'll call you after I talk to him." Then she walked away, looking pleased with whatever he said to her.

Bruce grabbed his own bag and stood up. Skylar jumped down ungracefully, but quickly composed herself, crossing her arms over her chest. "I sincerely hope you realize that you still need that name." Her tone was empty, not letting him hear or see what she was feeling.

He didn't notice her state, merely smiling and nodded. "I will. I'm late for school. See you in a bit." And then he walked away, just like that, didn't acknowledge what he'd done or anything. She scowled at his retreating figure, scoffing to herself. She even had to refrain from hitting herself for her pathetic behavior.

Bruce Wayne would never like her back.

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The plan was a go. The guy Skylar hired played his part perfectly. She had confidence that he would prove to be reliable, considering that Selina was the one who recommended him to her. And with that, she gave his information to Bruce who happily offered to pay for his services, without even an ounce of hesitation.

For someone who stressed never harming others and always being a good citizen, he was ready to do just about anything to get that name. She could not necessarily blame him, but she could not understand it either. She did not know what it was like to not know the killer of someone you loved. Because she knew Jerome's killer, in fact, she heard his name every single day, imagined his face. She wasn't sure what was worse: knowing or not knowing who killed her brother.

And staring at the niece of that man was absolute torture. Skylar was still smug though, smirking with absolute pride as she sat across from Silver in the van. She herself went along with the act, pretending as if she were kidnapping Bruce and the blonde for revenge. It was fun if she was being entirely honest. A little too fun. Watching Silver squirm, crying in undeniable fear, a piece of silver duck-tape over her mouth to make sure she kept her mouth shut, it was enjoyable, satisfying.

The van pulled up to where Bruce was standing, awaiting their arrival. Tom, the man she hired, swung open the door, holding a finger to his lips as he looked at the boy. Another man held Silver still, seeing as the girl would not stop trying to get free, the duck-tape muffling her screams.

"Shh," Tom told Bruce, who was playing his part well, looking shocked and horrified at what he was witnessing. "Don't scream. Don't run." Bruce glanced back at where Alfred was waiting patiently for him. "Just get in. Or we kill the girl."

"No! Please!" Silver sobbed, the words muffled but could be heard rather clearly.

Skylar reached over and yanked the girl back, hissing in her face. "Shut up or I'll cut out your tongue." Then she let her go roughly, glancing over to the billionaire heir and smirked, pleased with how this was going already. "Do get in, I'd hate to cause a scene."

He waited a beat, not saying a word as he stared at the people in the vehicle before walking forward and getting in. The guy holding Silver shut the door quickly before Tom drove off at a high speed.

The drive there was silent besides the stifled crying and screams from the annoying little brat who still would not stay still. Skylar did have to restrain herself from knocking her out cold because she was just that irritated. The only thing keeping her going with the plan was that the second Silver's innocent persona vanished, Bruce would see the truth. And maybe then he would see all that she was doing for him, all the shit she was willing to do to prove herself.

If someone asked her why she was so hellbent on showing the one and only Bruce Wayne that she wasn't a lost cause, she wouldn't have an answer. Because she wasn't even sure why she cared so much. Maybe it was because she was beginning to harbor a stupid, tiny crush on him. Maybe. Why would he ever have feelings for someone like her though? She was a pathetic mess who was friendly with crime bosses. She had no chance with him and yet it appeared that despite the odds, she was still fighting.

They arrived at the abandoned warehouse finally, some of Tom's men dragging Silver's sorry ass into the room, tying her wrists to the back of the chair she was sitting on. Bruce was placed on another chair in the same state, two men nearby watching over them. Skylar was sitting on top of a random metal table, admiring a pocket knife in her hand. Tom came waltzing in right on time, fixing his jacket before he reached the teens.

"You have one chance," Bruce warned him and the female Valeska had to look away, knowing what was about to happen. It hadn't been her idea, but his. "You let us go-"

A smack echoed through the room as Tom's hand met with his left cheek, making Silver continue to sob. She rolled her eyes at that, looking back at them, and then stood up, walking over to them.

"You talk when I tell you to," Tom spoke slowly, staring right at Bruce. "Understand?" He did not wait for an answer before he stood up straight, the brunette next to him. "Now. . .so you know, we are outside of the city, and there is absolutely no one to hear you scream, except me. And well, her." He jabbed a thumb towards Skylar who smiled sweetly at them both.

"You work for the people inside Wayne Enterprises," Bruce started to say, while the blonde near him was quiet, too quiet. "Whoever's paying you-"

"Do you ever shut the hell up?" Skylar questioned with an unamused laugh, clicking her tongue and shook her head, letting her words sink in before she continued on. "Now, we were told that you were thinking about selling your shares of Wayne Enterprises to this brat's uncle, who also killed my brother but we aren't here to talk about that." She wandered to stand behind him, placing her hands on his shoulders. "We are here because someone has been snooping into this precious boy's parents and their tragic end. And spoiler alert: it was the brat's uncle."

She made her way to stand in front of Silver, smirking as she crossed her arms over her chest. "Because my brother had so much influence, I was recruited by these guys to help them out with little things here and there. And in return, I get some cash. But you see, this gig is gonna make me so much money. All I have to do is find out what Galavan told Bruce."

"Nothing," the said boy responded, playing along perfectly. "Galavan told me nothing."

Skylar looked towards him and arched a brow before laughing loudly, putting her hand over her mouth to stop herself. She wouldn't admit, but she was really getting into her role, allowing it to overtake her mind too much. This was merely some revenge plan and yet she was treating it as so much more than that. It wasn't good, it wasn't healthy for her. Did she stop? No. This was entertaining.

"Look, Wayne, I will hurt you so don't think I won't." She held her knife in her hand, pointing it towards him, her eyes growing with vengeance. "I could get billions of dollars for this and there is no way in hell I'm allowing that chance to pass me by. So you're gonna talk, right now." No reply followed, so she hummed and then walked over to Silver. "Alright, barbie's turn."

"You hurt her and I'll-"

"You'll what? Hit me with those twig arms of yours? Kick me with your rich boy shoes?" She gasped dramatically and put a hand over her mouth. "I'm so scared." Then she stepped back and gestured to them both. "One of you better start talking because if you don't, Tom here is going to take one of you back there and chop off your fingers slowly. And according to him, he's very experienced, his methods are very effective. So. . .what does Galavan know?" There was a pause and she feigned a sigh. "Okay then."

She stepped back and threw a lazy hand in Bruce's direction. Tom stepped forward and untied the boy, beginning to drag him away, kicking and screaming.

"No, wait, stop!" he yelled, flailing his legs around in an attempt to escape. "Stop, stop, stop! No! Silver, you have to tell him. I'll hold my side of the deal, I promise. Please. Please. I promise."

The female Valeska looked to the said girl, watching as she almost looked guilty, but still remained quiet, not telling what she knew, even with Bruce's life at stake. She was disgusted, refraining from scoffing. It was clear that she would only spill if her life was threatened. So she supposed that's exactly what she'd have to do to convince her to tell them what she knew.

"But my uncle didn't tell me anything," Silver told him, her eyes bright red from her crying, sniffling a bit. Tom stopped pulling the boy upon hearing the girl speak, glancing up for a moment, looking to Skylar who gave him a silent nod to wait.

"But you left me a message," Bruce pointed out, actually looking confused, which she imagined he genuinely was.

"I was supposed to keep you busy until this evening. He's sure he's going to be freed. Then he'll convince you to sell your company." The tone of her voice was desperate, almost as if she were attempting to convince them, instead of actually saving his life. "I'm sorry, Bruce. I don't know anything."

Skylar hummed again, tapping her own cheek. "You positive?"

"Yes!"

She sighed deeply and then shook her head, tsking. "That's such a shame." Then she looked at Tom and waved her hand forward. "Do get rid of him, please. We don't need loose ends flying around." And then the screaming started. Bruce became to yell and kick while Silver screamed in that loud, high-pitch tone, causing her to wince. "Ugh! Shut up!" Then she spun on her heel and marched after the two, slamming the door behind her.

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Tom walked out around fifteen minutes later, carrying a bloody rag that he for some reason still had from a previous torture session. He walked out, leaving the two to listening to the conversation between the others when the time came. For now, the two sat side by side on the cement, Skylar holding the knife in her hand, Bruce staring ahead. Neither said a word. Well, he had tried but she cut him off, lying and said that she was trying to listen. When in reality, she was still acting cold towards him because he whispered in Silver's ear earlier. She hated how it bothered her so much.

"You know what?" Tom spoke, earning both of their attention, the teens listening to the conversation going on in the next room. "I don't like you. The Wayne kid. . .he's got some sap in him. But you? You know when you meet someone, and you just don't click? That's the way I feel about you. That's why this is gonna be so much easier." Pause. "I'm gonna make sure that you are telling the truth."

Another pause. The sound of a chair scraping across the floor.

"Touch me, and my uncle will have you gutted," Silver threatened, her voice deeper, a slight growl that only a human could make. The second she showed her true colors, the brunette glanced over to Bruce who had a mask on his face. She could see through it, he didn't hide his emotions very well. He was surprised. He hadn't expected this. She had. "Every person you love will die screaming. I've had enough of this. Let me go. Now!"

"Well, hello!" Tom chuckled, sounding very amused now. "Nice to meet ya! I knew there was someone hiding in there."

"Are you deaf as well as ugly?" Silver questioned, hissing a bit, her tone venomous. Was she really that daft? Did she seriously not realize that they could hear here? Was she so quick to drop her act and abandon her nice-girl appearance? She really was as stupid as she looked. "I said let me go!"

There was another pause and the faintest sound of a knife slicing. "What are you doing? Stop! Malone! It's Malone! Malone. That's the name. The man who killed Bruce Wayne's parents."

Bruce tensed up beside her and she jutted out her arm, holding it out in front of him. She shook her head at him and he immediately understood. She was telling him to wait. Hesitantly and slowly, he leaned back against the wall, trying to calm down his breathing. It became apparent to her that he was anxious. He got the name so all he could think about now was going after the person with that name. He was one step closer to finding out the truth, making him quick to act.

"Malone's a very common name," Tom pointed out.

"His first name begins with "M." That's all I know." Pause. "Stop!"

"You know what? I believe you." Skylar and Bruce both stood up at the same time, getting ready to conclude their performance. "Are we good?"

The two stepped into the room, walking over. Skylar grinned, so smug as she watched Silver turn her head towards them, her expression shifting into one of realization, then terror, and then betrayal. The older female nodded, stopping near Tom and nodded. "Yes, we're good. Though I see she still has all of her fingers intact." She pouted and looked at the man. "You disappoint me, Tom."

He clicked his tongue. "Sky."

She smirked in reply.

Silver was still lost, shaking her head as if trying to wake herself from a nightmare. "Bruce. . .what's happening?" The blonde looked at the three standing in front of her, her clueless, perfect persona back in an instant upon seeing the arrival of the billionaire boy. But it didn't matter, she was done for, exposed, and there was no chance that she was going to succeed in tricking them now.

"What does it look like, dumbass?" Skylar scoffed. "You got played, you lost."

"Thank you, Mr. Wayne," Tom hummed, holding his hand out and shook his hand with genuine politeness, "Pleasure doing business. Sorry about the slaps." He pointed to his own cheek before taking a few steps back, getting ready to leave. "Now are you two gonna be okay with this one, or would you like me to, uh. . ." He made the knife in his hand scrape, earning a glare from Silver.

"No, we're good."

With that, Tom bid them farewell, whistling to his men to get their attention, leaving the warehouse. Bruce stepped forward and Skylar watched him closely, observing his actions, his movements. The blonde was in utter shock, not truly comprehending what had just occurred or what was occurring.

"You're probably very confused right now. Probably have a million questions going through your head." Silver attempted to speak but he cut her off with ease. "Be quiet!" He regained his composure quickly, faster than she had originally expected from him. "I trusted you, Silver. Even after your uncle was arrested, I still believed you were my friend." He took a steady breath. "It was finally Skylar who convinced me otherwise."

The said female smirked and crossed her arms over her chest. "A friend of mine was kind enough to help me out, broke into your apartment, found the file you had on Bruce. All that I had to do was show him and help him create a plan that would bring you down."

"It was clear that you'd been sent to push me to sell my company, that your entire family was corrupt, but I still had to find out what your uncle knew about my parents' murder. Now I do. Thank you."

He turned around, ready to leave. She went to follow after him but then the girl spoke up, clearly desperate to fix what she had caused. "Bruce! Wait!" He stopped and so did she, the two glancing over to meet her eyes. "That name wasn't real. It was just something I made up to stop him."

An amused laugh filled the empty space, the brunette shaking her head at how lousing the lie was. "Nice try, sweetheart. But we know you're lying. Because you said the name when you were under the knife, being threatened, not when Bruce was getting ready to be tortured. Stop trying, stop acting. You're done, Silver. You're ruined."

The blonde stood up in one motion, a certain fire burning in her eyes. "Why you little bitch-"

Skylar pulled out the knife she had kept with her the whole time, pressing it against her throat. "Oh go ahead, try it. You do, and you'll be drowning in a pool of your own blood. So please, do enlighten me." The words were not a threat, but a clear promise, a vow. She really would do it, even if she hadn't killed anyone before. It didn't matter. Because she would murder her right then and there. She'd do it as revenge for Jerome.

Silver seemed to get the message because she backed off, looking over at Bruce who had no expression on his features, merely staring at the two. "You're right about my uncle. He's everything everyone says. Worse. When he finds out what I told you, he'll kill me." The older girl refrained from rolling her eyes. "The things you told me today. I believed you."

"Yes. That was the point."

Now that just made her want to know what he said even more. Though it had been a lie he told Silver, she still wanted to know, she had to know. Her stubbornness wouldn't allow her to outright ask though, so she was left to wallow in her curiosity for now.

"Bruce, you can't do this," Silver whispered. "It isn't you."

He still stared at her as he walked closer. "That's what you think. But you're wrong." Then he spun on his heel and walked away. Skylar followed after him, the shouting and pleads of the broken girl following them, taunting them.

Neither turned around, neither cared enough to feel pity, and neither realized how much volume the situation held.

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They arrived to a butler-less manor, a few of the lights on, the curtains shut to prevent anyone from seeing inside, if they could even get on the property. Bruce searched the halls hastily, calling out for Alfred but received no answer. Upon realizing that they were alone, Skylar felt relaxed, sitting down on the couch as if she lived there herself, getting comfortable. He sighed and sat next to her, giving up his search for a moment.

"He's probably out looking for me," he murmured before he smiled over at her, the soft look taking over his features. Some of the light from the full moon seeped into the room, illuminating the redness on his cheek where he had been slapped. "Thank you, Skylar. I couldn't have done this without you or Selina."

She shrugged, smiling back at him. "Ah, it's no problem. Couldn't have done this without Cat. She deserves the credit, not me."

"You still helped, you followed along with the plan flawlessly. Thanks to you, Silver gave us the name." He fixed one of the pillows that honestly looked as if it were from another country (it probably was), leaning against it. His eyes darted around the room, his posture casual, calm.

She stared at him for a moment, surprised. Clearly he had not realized what he said. Us. He kept saying that like they were in this together. And she supposed they were at this point, seeing as she had helped him quite a lot along the way. Still, the idea that he felt like she was trustworthy enough to assist him in finding his parents' killer was slightly heartwarming. Slightly.

"What are you gonna do now?" she questioned, tilting her head a bit. "You gonna tell the cops or look for this Malone guy yourself?"

"Honestly, I haven't thought that far ahead."

A stretch of silence passed by them as they sat there, not looking at one another. Skylar crossed her arms over her chest and cleared her throat, hesitant to ask but there was no harm. Ah, what the hell. "What'd you whisper in her ear? Whatever you said she believed. I want to know." He looked over at her, smiling shyly, a bit of pink tinting his ears. She noticed and laughed softly. "Hey, if you don't want to tell me, that's cool."

"I told her I've never met anyone like her. I told her I trusted her with my life. And that. . .I felt tied to her in a way that I. . .couldn't explain, but wouldn't change. Ever. I told her it was like I met her for a reason and that with her around I feel lighter, happier." His words caused her mood to deflate, her happiness fading away within seconds. "The best liars always tell the truth."

"So it was true?"

He nodded, giving her a look that she couldn't exactly decipher. But if she had to guess, it was almost like he knew something she didn't. "Yes. Just not about her."

Reality hit her harder than a ton of bricks. Skylar blushed madly, her cheeks flaming up so she ducked her head, coughing to hear of her obvious embarrassment. "Oh. I uh. . .wow." No one has ever said something like that to her before. Never. Hearing him say that made her feel so giddy. And the things he said reached a certain part of her heart and mind. She felt the same way and yet was too afraid to admit to it, in fear of rejection. If he felt the way about her as she did about him, then just maybe she found her place, her happy place.

She looked over at him and then felt tears reach her eyes. He took that as a bad thing, she could see it in his eyes. The second he went to speak, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his. He was shocked, wide-eyed before he finally kissed back. It was quick, inexperienced, chaste. She pulled back, laughing to herself when she saw that his other cheek was crimson, but not from a slap. He laughed with her, not looking away from her.

"Who knew Bruce Wayne would be such a romantic?" she whispered before tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. "Mind if I stay for the night?"

"Of course not. You'll always have a place here."

He would never know just how much him saying those words meant to her. Because it did, it hit deep. She never really had a home, an actual place where she felt safe. For her, her home was a person, a person she lost. Since then she's been a stranger, wandering around, searching for somewhere she can stay at peace.

Wayne Manor filled that void.

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Brylar fans, how are we feeling? Lmao, this chapter was something else indeed. It was a lot longer, making up for the last chapter. But nonetheless, I thoroughly enjoyed writing this episode and I did change it up so it was different than what happened in the actual episode and I am pleased with the outcome.

This chapter did have some foreshadowing that you may not have noticed, but it's there. This chapter was also a very big step for both Bruce and Skylar for several reasons and I am honestly so happy with Skylar's development thus far, even though it is about to completely shift once we get towards the end of the season/part, so uh. . .enjoy it while it lasts!

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