It was a beautiful evening that came upon Gotham City. The late spring breeze, and light atmosphere made it a perfect night.
The same evening at the Gotham Hotel, every important figure was there for the Benefit Ball. But all was enjoying except for one. Standing there bored out of her mind, she turn to see a familiar face and let out a horrible sigh.
"Sophina, what are you doing standing in the same place I left you ?" He asked in mocked horror.
"Dad, this is boring. Can I please leave?" She begged.
"I'm here on business, and you suppose to be my cheering squad. How does it look if my daughter doesn't even want to stay at this party?" She rolls her eyes.
"That is not my problem." She points at him. "You tricked me here. You said it was a small get together." She looks out to the large room filled with people. "This looks like a small get together to you?"
"Dear..."
"Forget it dad..." She cuts him off. "...I'm going to the ladies room." Walking pass him, she heads out the grand ballroom and heads to the ladies room.
Inside she walks straight to the mirror, and stares into the mirror. "Give yourself a break Sophina— " She looks at her small gold watch on her wrist. "— you have a few more hours, and then you're outa here." Then she hears the toilet flush and the stall door opens.
"You know the first sign of craziness is talking to yourself." She watches through the reflection of the mirror, as the person walks over to the sink and washes their hands.
"Do you know that this is the ladies room?" She said smartly.
"Now you're mistaken." Grabbing a towel and drying his hands. "This is the men's room ma'am. I kind of think that you didn't catch that when you bursting through the door."
"Cute, but it doesn't matter what bathroom I'm in. I just wanted to get out of that dreadful scene." She turns back to the mirror, and starts fixing her eye makeup. Her forest-green eyes were staring in the mirror when it darted to her left, and sees the man staring at her. She stops and turns to look at him. "Can I help you?"
"No..." He shakes his head. "...I'm just escaping like you." He smirks at her.
"Give me a break. No one is bored like I am." She turns around and leans against the sink counter, with her arms crossed.
"Really? How so?" He sounded interested.
"First off, my dad dragged my here out of New York to support him with the trial his doing with the District Attorney of Gotham City."
"You're father is Gregory McFadden?" She nods her head.
"So you've heard of him?"
"I've read about him, but not that much. So his an attorney?"
"District Attorney of New York City." She said proudly.
"Following in his foot steps?" He couldn't help but laugh at the face she made.
"If I get a dollar for every time I hear that question, I would be a billionaire." She answered sarcastically.
"I'm a chef, but sometimes I help at the DA's Office."
"You have a restaurant?" She raise her arch eyebrows at him.
"You're asking quite a lot of questions, mister." She turn to face him, but the restroom door burst open, and they both look to the direction.
"Thank goodness." Letting out a sigh of relief. "You're here. I was looking everywhere for you." Approaching the two, he gives an odd look to the woman. "You know this is the men's room?"
"You know you're bald?" She said sternly.
He clears his throat and faces the gentleman, "Well then, Mr. Wayne, everyone is asking for you especially DA McFadden, and if you come now, he won't give me the third degree of where his daughter is."
"Mr. Wayne?" She asked matter of factly. "You wouldn't happened to be Bruce Wayne, the billionaire playboy that all the girls go gaga for?" She said teasingly.
He walks up to her and extend his hand, "We haven't been formally introduced, Bruce Wayne." She gives him a smirk, and stretch her hand to his. "Sophina McFadden." So she turns to the man. "I think you were looking for me."
"Actually yes. Everyone is getting ready to sit down, and I've got to make sure that Wayne and McFadden are at the same table."
"How come?" Sophina asked.
"Because, it's my benefit ball, and I wanted to the two District Attorneys to seat with me." Bruce answered.
"My father will appreciate that." She looks to the man. "Show me to the table, please." She went to follow him, but felt her arm been held.
"George, go back to the party. I will escort Ms. McFadden." He looks at her with a smile that could melt hearts.
Leaving the restroom arm and arm, Sophina had a smirk on her face that Bruce caught at side glance. "Is something amusing Ms. McFadden?"
"Beside that fact that you're calling me Ms. McFadden?"
"Intrigue me."
"I was thinking that your girlfriend would get quite jealous if she sees you walking me back to the party...I mean your party." They stop at the ballroom's entrance.
"She wouldn't get jealous." He said plainly.
"Yes she would." She spit back.
"How you so sure?"
"How you're sure she's not? Then the next thing you're going to tell me, is that you own this hotel." Bruce opens the door, and holds it for her as she walks inside.
"I do own it." He said with a big smile.
Inside the huge room, everyone was heading to their designating table. Bruce with his hand on the small of her back, leads her to where they were suppose to be. In no time she came in view of her father, and a couple of men she didn't recognized.
"Oh Sophina!" He grabs her with one hand, and pulls her close to him. "This is my fiery red-head Sophina McFadden. Sophina, this is Wayne Enterprises CEO Lucius Fox." They both shake hands.
"Nice to meet you Ms..."
"Please, call me Sophina. I happened to run into your boss. Dad, this is Bruce Wayne. Bruce, my father Gregory McFadden."
"Nice to meet you sir" Bruce said while shaking his hand.
"You met Sophina already. I hope she was nice to you."
"Dad! You make it seem like I'm from the bottomless pit." She said in disbelief.
"She was fine sir" Bruce reassured.
"Good, let us all get seated and enjoy the rest of the evening."
Sophina looks to Bruce, "Oh goody."
After the ball has ended, Sophina was so thankful that they were staying at the same hotel, and the generosity on the behalf of Wayne Enterprises, Sophina and her father were staying in the Presidential Suite.
In her room, she was sitting at the vanity already dressed in her kimono, she was pulling the pins out of her fiery red hair which was curly and it fell down to her waist. It was thick with long thin locks, and it was giving her a lot of work.
Her father came into the room already dress down in his pajamas and robe. "Still awake?"
"Uh-huh" She answered while still looking in the mirror brushing her hair. "I thought you would be asleep by now daddy?" He walks over to her.
"I was about to, but I had to check on you." She laughs.
"Dad, I'm twenty-three years old. I think I can put myself to bed." He kisses the top of her head.
"Alright then. Don't stay up too late."
"Night Daddy" He left the room, and close the door behind him.
She looks back into the mirror with laughter in her green eyes, "This was an interesting night."
