A/N: Hello everyone! After recently watching Batman vs. Superman I felt inspired to write this and thought it would be interesting to have a fanfic with Bruce/OC since I haven't seen much in this category. Ben Affleck did an awesome job as Batman I think so I definitely wanted to write about him since in the movie they didn't really go into detail about Bruce's background as Batman too much. Anyways with further ado, here is the beginning chapter! Hope you guys like it and leave me some reviews of what you think of it so far! This story will begin a little bit before the events of the movie and will then go on from there.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the DC characters, only mine.

Cast:

Ben Affleck as Bruce

Cindy Kimberly as Alysa

Gotham City.

One of the oldest-established Eastern urban centers in the United States of America, now residing in infamy for its rampant per capita crime rate, florid urban legends, and brooding Gothic spires. This city was well known for its crime, everyone knew that. That's why everyone couldn't fathom why I wanted to come to this city for college.

It's been a year now since I had been attending Gotham University. Despite all the expectations everybody else and I had put on what my experience there would be like, it had been quite a peaceful year. Well, besides the few parties I was forced to go to by my roommates but that was normal college life.

I didn't care about the crime in Gotham City. Although the mysteries of the city drew me in a bit, all I wanted to do was pass University, get a degree, all while enjoying the views of the city without getting robbed or shot. If I never went out to the dangerous parts at night then I was completely fine. Besides, the last thing on my mind anymore were the dangers of the city.

I was going to be in SERIOUS trouble if I didn't get a passing grade in Journalism class.

I groaned and pulled my hair back behind my ear as I stared in horror at the C- grade right next to Journalism that flashed on my computer screen right before my emerald gaze. All my other grades were either B's or A's so that C- might as well been an F for all I was concerned.

It's not that I was a terrible journalist or writer, it's that the teacher in that class decided to be an ass and liked to give more vigorous homework and exams more than other classes. Before I signed up for the class, I figured I would pass it with flying colors. But obviously looking at my almost failing grade told me otherwise. The grade points I had were only inches away from a D. If I didn't do something to fix it soon, I might as well kiss my current high GPA goodbye.

"I'm so dead," I muttered, pressing my forehead against the screen with a small whimper.

"What's that, Aly?" One of my roommates, Emily questioned while examining and filing her nails down. Not like she was paying attention or anything. Her and our other roommate Sierra were too busy discussing about what they were going to wear for the next upcoming frat party rather than worrying about grades.

"I'm thinking to wear that blue dress I bought last week." Sierra sat against the wall on the bed while fiddling her thumbs across the screen of her cellphone to finish sending a text.

"Really? I was just going to wear jeans and a regular blouse. Is it going to be a formal party?" Emily asked.

"I have no idea."

"Well when is a frat party ever formal?"

I sighed and closed my laptop before shoving it inside my backpack, not paying attention to what the other girls were saying. I slung my backpack over my shoulder and slipped on my shoes, ready to head out for the dreaded journalism class.

"Alysa, why won't you go to the party with us?" Emily pouted. "You haven't went to one since the semester started."

"Sorry but I have a lot of homework to catch up on," I shrugged.

Sierra scoffed. "Yeah Emily, don't you know journalism class has been killing her? Poor thing. I'm so glad I'm not majoring in Communications."

I shot her a sideways glare. She was totally not helping at all. Sierra gave a small chuckle.

I merely let out a breathe of air I had been holding back. I really didn't want to go to class today. I furrowed my eyebrows, the expression on my face turning into a puppy-like pout almost.

"I'm going to cry."

The two other girls laughed in amusement at my comment.

"You'll do fine," Emily waved her hand.

Once we said our brief goodbyes, I left the dorm room and made my way to the classroom.

The school was fairly big, and the classroom was located on the other side of campus so I had a good walk to get there. I stepped outside after leaving the resident halls. Fortunately what I loved about Gotham was its weather, cool and gloomy. I didn't have to ever worry about the hot sun beaming down on me and causing me to sweat. When I had first moved in to the city one of my friends joked that I was going to lose my natural tan and become pale like the rest of the people living in Gotham. It was definitely a change from living on the west coast before where the sun was always out. That's where my mother and younger brother still lived. Of course, I still got to visit them on holidays so I wasn't completely deprived of the sun.

Once I got to the classroom inside of another building, I waited outside in the hall due to being a little bit early and another class was still in session. I pressed my shoulder against the brick wall and unlocked my phone screen to send a text to my friend that had that class with me. However as if on cue, my lovely homosexual male friend arrived to the hallway seconds later. I looked over and smiled as he bumped shoulders with me.

"There you are, I was just about to text you."

"You know how fashionably early I always am, Lyssa. Besides, I think I'm gonna scream if I have to spend another second in my dorm room." Dante rolled his eyes.

I stifled a laugh, remembering how my comical friend would always make sure to express his utmost dislike for his 'asshole roommate' as he often referred him to.

"What did he do this time?"

"Nothing. Literally nothing. He just sits on his side of the room playing video games all day or inviting his friends over to smoke pot. It's bad enough we have to share a restroom. Do you have any idea what I found all over the shower this morning? He left his disgusting sticky dick juice all over the wall without even cleaning up after himself." Dante grimaced.

I nearly choked with laughter, shaking my head in disbelief. "Okay, I don't need to hear more!" I exclaimed, just barely noticing that a few other people down the hall were already starting to give us sideways looks at their conversation.

"Anyways, that's how my day went. How was your day?" Dante clicked his tongue. "Better than mine I hope."

"And here I thought I was the only one having a bad day," I sighed. "I found out I'm close to failing this class.."

Dante scoffed. "Who isn't?"

I shot him a sideways look. "Seriously Dante, if I don't do something soon I'm going to fail Journalism. Journalism, are you kidding me?"

"Well if you need a study partner I can help you. Not that I'll be much help, I think." He chuckled.

I shrugged. "It's okay. Anyways, before I left the dorm I had to hear Emily and Sierra go on about that frat party they're going to tonight."

"Tyler's frat party?"

"Yeah."

"Well I'm not surprised. Your roommates are always chasing after dicks," Dante stated.

"Actually Tyler's kind of nice though."

"No, I mean literally they're always chasing after dicks."

"Oh," I comprehended, slightly chuckling under my breath when remembering the earlier comment from before. "Haha, dick juice."

Dante held onto my arm and snickered. The both of us held our tongues from laughing as the door opened letting out a bunch of students once the earlier class ended. We stepped inside the classroom and took our seats together as more students gathered inside the classroom to take any empty seats.

Once the professor began the lecture, the whole class remained silent and started pulling out their books and notebook to take notes.

"Reminder class, we have our second exam coming up next week and it will be based on chapters 5-10 in your textbooks," The professor drawled on, continuing with the lecture.

"Second exam? Are you serious, we barely had our first exam last week." Dante muttered.

I opened up my textbook to the chapters, which were at least about fifteen pages long. "I'm officially done," I groaned.

"That's college for you, sweetheart."

"Can I just drop out and become a stripper already?"

"No talking during lecture please," The professor reprimanded, averting his gaze straight at us to make sure we realized he was talking to us.

I nodded, looking back at my book once the professor went back to his lecturing. Dante and I quickly exchanged glances, snickering a bit before going back to taking notes.

As class went on, I could barely understand what the professor was saying anymore. I eventually gave up on taking notes and just tapped my pen against the desk in boredom, looking around at the rest of the class whose attention was also elsewhere. There were students either asleep or looking straight at the whiteboard with an open mouth, nearly drooling.

I had to stifle a laugh until the professor finally ended the lecture, indicating that the hour had passed.

"Okay that's all for today, enjoy your weekend and I'll see you all next week."

"Finally," Dante closed his books.

Students immediately packed their belongings and practically sprinted out of the classroom. As all of them began pouring out of the class, Dante and I made our way towards the entrance of the classroom to leave as well. Before exiting I stopped to look back at the professor who had walked back over to his desk to collect his belongings to head home for the day. If I wanted any chance of extra credit, this was the chance to ask.

"You go on without me, I'll catch up with you later. I want to talk to the teacher for a second," I glanced back at Dante.

"Okay, see ya later Lyssa." He left the classroom.

As everyone left and I was the only remaining student in the classroom, I went over to the professor who currently still had his attention on putting all of his things away in his bag. I briefly noticed he had shoved some newspaper articles about the crime going on in Gotham, one of the titles read 'Bat strikes again', however before I could even read what it was about the professor zipped up his bag.

"Um, professor Roland?" I inquired.

He lifted up his glasses over the bridge of his nose and looked over to stare at me. "Oh miss Varela, can I help you with something?"

Professor Roland had always been a bit of an odd one from the teachers at the University. That might've been because of so many years living in Gotham, or it might simply just be his personality who knows. His greased dark hair was slicked back in a manner that always seemed like he was sweaty all he time. He did always seem to be nervous or unusually paranoid about everything, which made most of the students think he was taking drugs or something. Other than that, he was also quite thin and tall like a willowy tree. It wouldn't surprise me if he was taking something, but what struck out most about him for me was his odd sense of clothing. Not that I minded, but it was somewhat comical to see a college professor dressed in khakis with differently colored socks.

I found myself getting distracted by his multicolored socks that I almost forgot about our conversation. I took a deep breath and averted my gaze back up to his.

"I looked at my grade for his class and noticed I was close to failing."

"Ah, yes. Well don't be too discouraged, it's still early in the semester. Just make sure to do better on your tests." He slung his bag over his shoulder, making a move to leave.

"Well I was hoping you could give me some extra credit?" I bit my lip, hoping he would say yes.

The professor furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, making me a bit disheartened that his answer would be no.

'Please say yes.' I mentally begged.

"I don't think I can do that miss Varela, it wouldn't be fair to the rest of the class if I only gave you that extra credit assignment."

"Well the rest of the class isn't asking, I am." I pressed, hoping I didn't sound too harsh.

He hummed a bit in thought, as if considering what I prompted. He clasped his hands together and tapped one finger against the other. "Fine, I will give you an extra credit assignment. Mind you, if you complete it then I will give you an A for the entire semester."

My eyes immediately shot up in excitement. It took me several seconds to figure out if I heard right. An A for the whole semester!? I was beyond elated.

"Really!? Thank you so much! What is it? I'll do anything."

"This assignment won't be easy. Even the most skilled of journalists can't do it," The professor gave me a stern stare.

"What is it?" I blinked, feeling a bit more uneasy about the assignment now.

"I want you to get a picture of the Batman."

There was an abrupt deafening silence in the room as I stared at the professor. Okay, now I was actually sure I might have heard him wrong.

"You want me to what..?" I asked, incredulous.

The Batman remained the greatest mystery of Gotham for years. The masked vigilante that brought criminals to justice in a not so nice way. In fact, I had been hearing rumors that he has been getting more violent throughout the years for some reason. He was the shadow of the city. The dark knight. Getting up close enough to him would certainly be very dangerous, let alone taking a picture. Even if someone did manage it, he disappears within the blink of an eye. That's why hardly nobody was able to get a good picture of the Bat.

"I know what I'm asking of you is a lot and quite possibly dangerous.-"

"I'll do it." I blurted out without second thought.

"Are you sure?" Professor Roland raised an eyebrow, clearly not expecting to hear that response.

I crossed my arms in frustration, feeling slightly upset that he would actually think I would say no when I was the one who asked for the extra credit in the first place. "Yes, I really need that A."

"Very well miss Varela," He smiled and patted me on the shoulder. "If you can get me that photo by the end of the semester I will pass you no matter what."

"Thank you, professor." I dipped my head in gratitude and turned back to exit the classroom. Once I stepped out into the hallway I started making my way back to the dorms, only stopping while I was halfway there in realization of what I had done.

I had just agreed to get a picture of the Batman.

Well, at least now I figured my sophomore year was going to be anything but boring.

The luxury of Friday finally came as soon as I was done with my classes. As I expected my roommates weren't in the room when I got back either, which probably indicated that they had either already left for the frat party or went to another friends' dorm to get ready there. Since it was only six which was much too early for a party to start, I had guessed they were off getting ready somewhere else. Now I was able to relax by myself in the silence of my dorm room for a while until my roommates arrived back drunk out of their minds at 3 in the morning. Hopefully they would decide to sleepover at a friends because it wasn't like I enjoyed being woken up at an early hour to the sound of obnoxious laughter and vomiting.

Especially since I had gone through that myself once or two times last year, and let me tell you it wasn't fun. That's why I preferred to avoid too many parties. I never considered myself the party girl type.

I sat on my bed and pulled open my laptop to finish up some online work I had due for the weekend. After a few minutes of finishing short online quizzes for the classes, my phone buzzed on the blanket beside me. I reached over for my phone to check my messages.

Dante:

I'm coming over.

I mouthed a silent 'what?' as soon as I heard knocking at the front door. I got up from my bed to open the door for Dante as I assumed that was who was knocking right now. He wasted no time in barging inside like usual as soon as I opened the door.

"What are you doing tonight?" He quickly asked.

I closed the door back shut and shrugged. "Um, nothing I think."

"Okay, you're doing something now. Do you have any nice dresses to wear? Like really formal dresses?" He dropped his bag on my bed and pulled out a suit to lay it out. I just stared at his nice suit, wondering what the occasion could possibly be for.

"Um, I'll have to check."

He made his way to my closet to rummage through my clothes to see if I had anything formal. Of course he wasn't going to find anything formal in there, but I quickly remembered I had bought one dress from last year because it was beautiful but I could never wear it because it was too formal for simple parties.

I reached up and pulled it from high above the closet to lay it on the bed. Since it was still in a white bag I had to zip it open to reveal a long gold sequin dress. Dante stopped to admire it for a second with his mouth slightly agape.

"See, it's way too formal." I held in a laugh.

"No, it's perfect!" Dante clasped his hands together. "Your wearing it, hands down."

"What? No," I scoffed, "Where are we going that's so formal? Are we having tea with the Queen or something?"

Dante pointed a finger at me. I was expecting him to laugh or come up with another joke with mine like he usually did but instead his expression remained completely serious, which was definitely foreign to see with him. "No, but close." He advised.

"We're going to the Wayne Enterprises penthouse party."

I stared at him for a few moments, obviously thinking I might be hard of hearing today because everyone have been saying the craziest things.

"You're joking, right?" I poked his shoulder, expecting him to break and laugh any second now but his face wasn't cracking an inch.

"No, I'm serious Lyssa." Dante sighed to check his phone for the time. "I totally forgot about this party, and if I want any chance of working there I need to make a good expression. One of the co-workers invited me and the other interns. They said we could bring a 'date' if we wanted and I need my best friend there." He pleaded.

Of course. Dante only just started interning at Wayne Enterprises a week ago. He had been so overjoyed when he got accepted a position as an intern there. After so much hard training and meeting important people who could give him a better chance, it finally pulled off. It had always been his dream to work there and now this was his first step toward his goal. A lot of people would kill for a position there. Wayne Enterprises was basically a Wall Street company owned by the famous billionaire Bruce Wayne.

I sighed at him and smiled. "How could I say no, Tay-tay?"

He returned the smile after I called him by my affectionate nickname. "I knew you wouldn't let me down, my Brazilian queen." He teased, fanning himself for a dramatic effect. I gave out a laugh at his comment, amused that he would call me his Brazilian something since I had told him about my ethnicity.

"Isn't that party like for older rich people though?" I mused. "They aren't going to kick us out because we're broke college kids right?"

"No, you get a free pass this time since I'm an intern and I'm pretty sure there was another intern that goes here too. Besides, nobody's gonna think your a college student when your wearing that, honey." Dante gave me a smirk, nodding over to the beautiful gold sequin dress that was sitting on my bed. I was now thankful that I decided to buy that dress when it was on sale because otherwise it could've cost a lot more.

As Dante started getting ready, I suddenly found myself catching a lump in my throat as I stared at my dress.

Wait, I'm actually going to a Wayne Enterprises party.

The famous playboy billionaire Bruce Wayne would quite possibly be there. I could get a picture of him and send it to my Mom because god knows how long he's been one of her celebrity crushes.

As I pulled my dress up off the bed, I soon decided that this day couldn't get anymore crazier.

But I was definitely even more glad that I had decided not to go to that lame frat party.