Dark Knight's Light
Chapter 1- Prologue
A/N- This is my first fan-fic for Dark Night, please don't flame constructive criticism would be nice. Italics- Memory ______________________________________________________________________
Tilly's P.O.V
It had been a year since I had first met Bruce Wayne. In the beginning I thought he was just a rich playboy who hadn't a care in the world. Stuck up, ignorant, an asshole. Just a few words to describe the way I felt. I had gotten a job as Bruce's assistant and because of that I was invited to one of the party's he held. At first I wasn't going to go but I decided that I, well more like Bruce made me go….
I was wearing an elaborate blue dress with a slight v-neck and a dipped back. The dress seemed to fit just perfect on my slim body and perfect curves. I'm not gloating or anything but being a dance teacher really kept my form nice. My dazzling green eyes were highlighted with the mascara and eyeliner I wore. My black hair fell in a wavy fashion to my shoulders. As I stepped out of the elevator in my black high-heels my eyes seemed to sparkle. Bruce Wayne's pent house was something very different than I was used too. Before to long a soft cough was heard behind me and my attention was diverted from the astonishing sight my boss, Bruce Wayne. He gave me a smile and shook my hand. "It's nice you made it Tilly."I gave him a smile. "Like I had a choice Mr. Wayne" I received a smirk and a raised eyebrow. "Please call me Bruce, we're not at work" I gave him a weak smile. "Alright Bruce" After our small greeting we talked about my dance studio than it traveled to batman, Gotham's Dark Knigh .He didn't seem too thrilled with the Batman.. He was in the middle of telling me why Batman was more of a nuisance than good when his eyes caught sight of something. Turning my head I saw a Rachel Dawes, the woman Bruce seemed to fancy, walk out of the elevator with Harvey Dent, the 'White Knight of Gotham '.
Bruce excused himself from our conversation and made his way to the couple. Rachel didn't seem too thrilled when he approached her and Harvey.
It seemed so long ago that the party was held. It didn't take long before Bruce and I became good friends. As the year progressed we became more, and while I comforted Bruce through the death of Rachel I realized that he had it wrong. Rachel wasn't truly the one for him. If she were she would be where I was instead of me. And I think he realized that a few months later because we finally became more than friends. By the end of this year I was dating Bruce Wayne, rich playboy who owned the richest company in Gotham. But let's start out in the beginning of the year, when I first met Bruce, well Bruce's company that is.