No, I do not own Batman or Bruce Wayne. But I do own Aira. Also, This is based off the Val Kilmer Batman, because Val Kilmer was HOT in the 90s. He was a hotter Bruce then Clooney.
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Falling books disrupted the silence that engulfed the Gotham City Public Library. Laughter soon followed.
Aira, who was working that day, sighed as she set down the book she was reading. She walked over to where the noise came from and saw four teenage boys throwing rather large book at each other.
"Would you four mind stopping? I don't think you want to pay for those really expensive books." She placed her hands on her hips.
The boys looked at the books and then her. They were all silent for a moment until one of them spoke up, "You're hot.
Aira blushed, "I'm sorry, but you're a bit too young for me."
"Psh. Nah. Besides, I like older women." The boy grinned.
"Yeah-no. Younger boys annoy me."
"Oh come one, we're nineteen here. Legal adults." He placed a hand on her shoulder.
She pushed his hand off, "I don\t think so. Now, could you four please leave? You annoy me and you're disrupting the library."
The boy pushed her against a wall and squeezed her arms, "None of us are goin' anywhere." He then, forcefully, kissed her.
Aira tried pushing the boy away from her, but his friends just held her arms back. She was helpless.
The boy kissed her again and ran his fingers through her hair, holding it so she couldn't move her head back and forth.
She closed her eyes but soon opened them when she felt the boys let go of her. She heard a "thud" on the ground and looked up to see none other then Bruce Wayne holding one of the boys by the collar.
"Any of you boys touch her again and I'll make sure you feel nothing but pain for weeks." He then dropped the boy onto the ground.
The four stumbled up and quickly ran out of the library.
"Are you alright?" Bruce asked as he looked at Aira.
She nodded, "Yes. Thank you so much. I owe you."
"No, it's not a big deal. You owe me nothing." He smiled.
"No, I do owe you; you saved me from those perverted leeches. I'll do anything." She argued.
"Well, then I guess you can tell me your name first."
"Aira. Aira Willms." She replied, smiling.
"Alright Aira. How about you join for dinner tomorrow night?" He smiled.
Aira's face flushed, "Dinner?"
He nodded, "Yes. Is dinner not good?"
"No no no, I'm just surprised that's all." She blushed even more.
"Why's that?" He was confused.
"Bruce Wayne just asked me to dinner, that's why."
He laughed, "So is that a yes or a no?"
"Yes, I will. But...um…how are we supposed to contact each other. I have no paper."
He pulled a pen out of his pocket, "Here, write your number on my hand."
"Your hand?"
"Yes." He simple replied.
"Okay…" She took the pen and wrote her number on his hand, "Okay, there you go." She handed him his pen back.
He smiled, "Alright, I'll call you later tonight. I'll see you later." He kissed her hand and headed off. "Oh, and stay safe." He called back to her.
She blushed but nodded, "Okay, thanks. Bye Mr. Wayne."
He waved back and disappeared, leaving Aira in complete shock.
THE END
Ohhh, BONUS
Bruce entered his house to see Dick sitting –more like lying- on the couch, "Hey, feet off the couch."
"Fine, and hi to you too." Dick looked over at him and saw something on Bruce's hand, "What's on your hand?"
"Phone number." Bruce replied.
"From who?"
"A girl."
"A girl?"
"Yes, a girl."
"What girl?"
"The girl at the library."
"What one."
"The one with the glasses and light black hair."
"Lucky." Dick then turned his attention back to the TV.
Bruce just smiled, "Yes, yes I am."