Disclaimer: I do not own anything except for my OC Scarlett and any other characters I might dig up from my mind. The movie (and comic) on which I am basing this on belongs to Frank Miller, DC Comics and Christopher Nolan. Like I say with all my stories, don't sue me because there would be no point really.

Now that the messy introduction of how I own nothing is done, let me fill you in on the gist of this story. It revolves around my OC Scarlett. And no, she will not be based off of the actress. Instead, Scarlett is based (looks and all) on the wonderful Eva Green. Don't know who she is? Go look her up. That being said, Scarlett is new in Gotham City and comes from a family fortune. Determined to make it on her own, she moved away from her family after attending college at NYU to Gotham where she settles into a spacious apartment (that her father insisted on putting her up in) and is right away lured into a job opening as Bruce Wayne's assistant. Which she read about online while searching for jobs. Thinking it might be a good job opportunity, she goes to apply and have an interview.

And that's where our story starts.

Also, I thought about this story while watching the original Batman directed by Tim Burton. Then I flipped over to The Devil Wears Prada and finally Casino Royale. I guess you could say I watch a lot of movies during the summer. I then decided that Batman would be a good fanfic. But deciding that I did not want Scarlett to be with Keaton's Batman, I decided that Christian Bale's version would work so much better. Plus, it gives me an excuse to look at him. And who doesn't love to look at that man. Then I decided well what if my OC was up and coming in New York, needed a job at an important place, and that s where the whole idea for assistant came in. Which I took from TDWP. As for Casino Royale, the only thing I stole from that is Eva Green.

Ok, so now that's over and done with. Hope you enjoy.


It was an overcast October day in Gotham. People milled about the streets as they hailed taxis or just enjoyed a morning walk. Lush buildings rose up from the ground and if you were to look out from one of the windows from high atop, the people looked like little ants. People strived to work inside one of the many important businesses located in Gotham but no job was more desirable than working at Wayne Enterprises. Across the street, inside a Starbucks located next to Wayne Enterprises, was the spot to be in the morning to grab a morning coffee and dash off to work. This was why this Starbucks was always busy.

Towards the back of the cafe, 25 year old Scarlett Williams was seated at a small table, with a café mocha to her left and her laptop propped open. Her Dior eye glasses were propped atop her ebony hair, as her blue green eyes scanned the screen in front of her. Currently, instead of reading her daily dose of morning gossip, Scarlett was immersing herself with anything and everything having to do with Wayne Enterprises. She had a job interview in the next few minutes and she had been trying to read up on the company. And its various departments such as biotech, foods, shipping, steel, and so on. Sighing, Scarlett took her eye glasses off the top of her head and placed them neatly in a case and placed them in her briefcase.

Looking back towards the screen, she sifted through various newspaper articles about the company. Scarlett had also read up on Bruce Wayne, who owned Wayne Enterprises. She had read that he had gone missing for several years until one week ago he turned up at Wayne Enterprises and took over the company. In that one week, Scarlett also read he had already accepted various dates with models.

She had been disgusted but Scarlett also saw that he had started to give back through the Wayne Foundation and that gave him an ounce of respect in Scarlett s book. Glancing towards the clock on the wall in front of her, she realized it was 9:45 and her interview was at 10:00. Cursing, Scarlett closed her laptop and placed it in her Gucci briefcase before standing up and downing the rest of her café mocha. When finished, Scarlett walked towards the door, but not before giving a smile to a worker and throwing her cup away.

Pushing the door open, the cold October air hit her face with force and Scarlett groaned in protest. Wrapping her black coat tightly around herself, she walked quickly across the street to Wayne Enterprises. A guard saw her approach, and smiled as he threw the glass door open for her.

"Good Morning Miss."

"Good Morning," Scarlett said, her slight accent drawling out "Morning."

Looking around the lobby as she entered, Scarlett was amazed at the size and luxury (think the lobby of Elias Clark in The Devil Wears Prada). Scanning the lobby for access to the correct floor, Scarlett walked over towards the front desk which was made of marble and felt cool on her hands. The man looked up at her and smiled.

"May I help you," he said.

"Yes. I have an interview at 10 AM with Emily Charles for an opening as Mr. Wayne's assistant," Scarlett said. The man nodded and clicked the mouse on the computer.

As the man searched the appointment book on the computer, Scarlett glanced around the lobby again, and located the elevators she was to go up. Well that was easy Scarlett thought. Looking back at the man, she saw him holding out a card.

"You are Scarlett Williams I presume," he said. Scarlett nodded in assurance. "Take the elevators to your right and show the guard your card. He'll know where to take you. Good luck Ms. Williams."

Handing the card to Scarlett, he turned back to the computer. Scarlett fingered the card in her hand and walked from the desk and over to the elevators. As she walked past people in the lobby, most of the men looked up at her, making her feel uncomfortable. It was the same wherever she went and Scarlett loathed being looked at like a conquest. As she continued on her way, various men in expensive suits rushed past her. Moving out of the way, Scarlett watched as they all stood near the elevator and she noticed the entire lobby had become quiet seeing as how the people that had been milling about now looked professional. Looking towards the elevator, and noticing that all the men had departed into the elevator, Scarlett saw that no one was currently waiting for it. Seeing her chance for a ride with no company, Scarlett walked forward but bumped into another man.

Her briefcase fell to the floor and Scarlett winced. For one her laptop was inside and for another, now the entire lobby looked at her with wide eyes. Gulping, Scarlett bent down and began to pick up the papers that had fallen out of the briefcase. As she crouched and shoved them back inside, she looked around frantically for her card. She needed it to get up to the correct floor. Biting her lip, she seached around quickly for it but it was no where in sight.

"Excuse me? Is this yours," a male voice asked.


You like so far? I really hope so and I hope I'm doing a good job. I always feel like I could improve and if you've read my other stories you guys know that. :)

So anyway, leave me a review (or anything. hopefully not a scathing review about how I suck) and if you have any questions I'll be sure to explain.