Being the new upcoming mayor meant working. And when Y/n meant working, she meant working.
When her father was alive and mayor, he would work till 7 AM to 10:30 PM.
Y/n strived to be like him. To work at 5 AM to 10:30. Only two more hours then her father.
Day and night she was locked up in the office, working.
Her mother begged her to get out of the office, even if it was just for 30 minutes.
But no.
She wanted to be like her father. Always have.
Even as a little kid.
She would always be with her father at his office. Always walking around the building, hand-in-hand. Him discussing to her the jobs that goes on in the City Hall.
She was amazed.
Astonished.
Maybe she changed. She doesn't want to be mayor now. Maybe because she was too amazed by the job, too scared she will mess up.
Y/n right now was in her office at home. Working. She's realized that she's working a lot like how Bruce was before she decided to become mayor.
She would always be disappointed that Bruce couldn't spend time with her because he was always working.
She thought it was the end of the relationship. She didn't want it to be though. So, she stayed. Does she regret it? Absolutely not.
The only days she takes a break is Saturday and Sunday.
It feels like her private school she used to go to.
Going to school everyday of the week except Saturday and Sunday.
She checked the time on her MacBook. '10:45'. She went over 15 minutes then usual. Sighing, she closed her laptop.
Getting up from her chair, she went back to her room.
After washing up, she got changed into her pajamas and drifted off to sleep.
Y/n woke up to the sun beaming through her windows and curtains, kissing her skin.
Unwrapping the beige silky sheets, she got up and checked the time. '8:00'. She didn't have to wake up early since it was her day off.
Although 8:00 is early for some people, it isn't for the Collymore girl.
Putting on her white robe, she headed downstairs to see the meal the maids have prepared for her and her mother.
The meals they got could feed the entire city. They were so divine.
"Dear, how about you go to the Country Club and do golf like you use to?" Chanel asked as she chewed her cinnamon brioche french toast.
"Sure," Y/n responded, sipping her morning tea.
"Okay thank you. I just, I really want you to get out of the house. Mostly your office," Chanel said.
"I'll try," Y/n said getting up from her chair to go get changed.
She picked out a white polo with a white skirt. After touching up her makeup, she grabbed her purse and grabbed her Range Rover car keys.
"Mother I'm leaving!" She said putting on her sunglasses.
"Okay stay safe dear!"
Making her way out the door, she unlocked her car and left the house.
She parked her car and grabbed out her gear.
"Name please," the receptionist asked. "Y/n Collymore," the receptionist looked up and smile.
"It's nice to see you back," she said and gave you keys to your personal golf cart your father had purchased when you were little.
"Thank you."
Going over to the garage they had the golf carts at, one stuck out to you.
Your black golf cart.
Smiling to yourself you sat down and started the cart. "Oh I missed you so much," she said getting ready to pull out.
"So did I," a familiar voice said.
Your eyes were drawn to the corner.
"Ansel? Oh my goodness it's been forever!"
Getting up, she walked over to Ansel and gave him a hug. Hugging back, he chuckled.
"Ever since, well you know," he said. And he was correct. You did know.
Before you and Bruce started dating, you dated Ansel.
His family were good family friends. He was another childhood friend.
"Are you back here golfing? I remember we used to do it a lot," he stated.
"Yes, actually. Just needed to get out of the house," you said.
"Well I'll leave it to you. I'll see you around some time," he smiled. "Yes, of course. We do need to make plans," you responded.
He nodded and smiled and walked out.
You went back over to your golf cart and drove out of the garage.
Getting to your favorite place you parked the cart and grabbed your club and black golf balls.
You swung and made it. Your first time in forever. Although, you were good for a person that hasn't done golf in a year.
Starting your car up, you decided to go over to Bruce's house. You've felt like you haven't seen him in ages.
You parked your car and grabbed your purse.
You knocked on the door and oh my gosh, you forgot how hard the door was.
Rubbing your knuckles, you looked up to see Alfred.
"Oh Y/n! How lovely to see you!" You smiled back and responded, "Hello! Is Bruce here?"
"Right in the living room," he said opening the door wider. "Thanks," you said walking in.
You walked in the living room and saw Bruce. "Bruce!" you said going over to him.
He looked up from his book and walked over to you.
"Y/n, how are you?" He asked kissing your cheek.
"I'm good, and you?" you said sitting down with him on the couch.
"I'm okay," he said.
"Did you go golfing?" He asked, probably noticing your outfit.
"Um yeah my mom kind of forced me out of the house since I've been working in the office for 7 hours," you said.
Bruce sighed and grabbed ahold of your palms, "Y/n, I don't want you to live a life like mine, locked up in the office," he said.
"I know, and I'm trying to get out of the house more often," you said.
"Anyways, enough about me, what about you? How's your work going?"
"It's going good. When I was at, well, your dad's death scene, we figured out who killed him," he said looking down.
"Oh. You did?" You asked.
"They call themselves 'The Riddler'. I'll try to find out some more information. I promise I'll tell you about it," he said.
You nodded in reply.
"Bruce can I stay with you? I just, I just need someone to stay with," you said sighing.
"Of course," he said giving you a hug and kiss on your head.
A/N:
I'll be adding another person to the cast! I decided that Y/n honestly just needs another friend. Sorry if it seems unorganized. Go check it out when I post it if you'll like! Hope you enjoyed the first chapter🤍.