I walked into the restaurant. It was well lit and very clean. The size was quite small, but they had found a nice way to set the tables. The food smelt good as I scoped the place. Approving the restaurant, I walked up to the front desk. The waitress welcomed me with a big smile and led me to a table. Walking past a tall plant I heard my name being called a few tables back.

I stopped and turned around to see my boss waving at me. Feeling incredibly awkward, yet obliged, I waved back with a friendly smile. Then he waved me over to him. Scared out of my mind, I walked up to the table, my waitress following me. He motioned me to sit down across from him.

"Are you sure?" I asked him before sitting.

"Yes," He nodded. "Sit down. Please."

I clumsily pulled out the chair and sat down. He smiled at me and I quickly smiled back. The waitress asked if I was eating with him.

"Oh umm, well…" I started awkwardly.

"Yes she is, if she wants." He helped me.

I looked back at the waitress. "Yes, I'm going to."

She nodded and gave me a menu to look at. I ordered a glass of water while I looked through the menu. I felt my boss watching me as he ate his appetizer. I looked up from the menu and flashed him a smile before raising it over my face again. I peeked over the top to see his reaction. He just chuckled and went back to eating.

"Do you know what's good here?" I asked him trying to break the silence.

"The pasta's great. But I like the pizza the best." He told me. And I thanked him.

The waitress came back to take my order. I asked her if the Fettuccini Alfredo was any good. After a good review I ordered it and coke to drink. She wrote down my order and told me it would be 10 minutes. I watched her eyes as she checkout out my boss, who was taking sip of his drink. She walked away swiftly to the kitchen.

My boss cleared his throat. "No work talk tonight." He began. "We're just two people having dinner together."

Slightly disappointed I couldn't ask any questions on the article, and extremely glad we didn't have to randomly bring up work for a subject, I agreed.

"So, why'd you come out for dinner alone?" He asked me. "I would think you'd have a date." Then he got a shocked look on his face. "I'm sorry." He apologized.

"For what?" I asked him confused.

"That was incredibly rude of me to call you over here. What if you did have a date? I'm really sorry." He blushed.

"It's okay. I wouldn't have sat with you if I did." I laughed shyly.

He smiled his big smile. It was enough to stop my heart. His blue eyes glimmered a bit in the light. I pictured him on the beach with lots of sunlight. I wasn't sure which scenario I wanted to be in, the real one or with him on a beach. Clearing my throat, I took another sip of my water. I had never felt so frightened in my whole entire life.

"Garlic bread?" He offered me.

"Oh no thank you. It doesn't mix well with me."

"That's to bad." He sympathised. "So why are you here alone then?"

I looked up at him. "I came here to eat some food and brainstorm for the thing we are not suppose to mention." I watched him smirk. "But it's nice to have some company now."

He nodded his head. My waitress came up to our table with my food. It sat in a beautifully decorated bowl. I thanked her for the service and she checked out my boss again. Shaking my head slightly, I tried not to chuckle. I forced myself to open up a bit to him and not be so nervous. He was actually very easy to talk too and was a good listener. Part of me wished it were a date.

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I walked over to the skylight. There was another figure standing on the other side. I slowly came around the edge to where he was standing.

"What's going on?" I said deeply.

He jumped and turned around quickly at the suddenness to my voice.

"I never know when you get here." He laughed.

I stayed silent.

"We have some trouble." Gordan began.

I crossed my arms. "Like?"

"You're not going to like this." He shook his head in grief. "You aren't going to like this at all."

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"Is it a split bill?" Asked the waitress.

I hadn't thought of that. "Yes it is." I said.

He held up his hand. "No, no, no. I'm paying."

"But, you don't have to you know. I can pay for me." I scampered.

He gave me a stern look like he does at work when he tries to sound boss like. I backed off and let him pay for both dinners. I took the mint and popped it in my mouth as he pulled out his wallet. I stared at his hands as he moved them to grab his money. He slipped it in-between the bill case and put his wallet back in his pocket.

He stood up and tugged his black leather coat off his chair. I grabbed my purse off the floor and did the same. I hadn't thought about the moment after dinner where we parted ways. Did he walk me to my car? Or did I just say good-bye and leave? He put his arm out to direct me towards the door. I obeyed and pushed the door open. We both stepped out into the windy Gotham night. He popped the collar on his jacket to block the early spring wind. I was still wearing my winter coat that I left half zipped up.

'Where's you car?" He asked.

Glad he had asked, I told him it was in the underground parking lot across the street. He looked over and saw a few shady men walking around the entrance. They were whispering and watching the street suspiciously. He looked back at me with concern.

"I don't want you going in there." He told me.

"Oh." I said uneasily. "Will you walk me to my car then Ryan?"

"No." He shook his head.

I shifted my body in his direction. "What?"

He folded his arms to block the cold. "I don't want me to go in there either." He smiled at me teasingly. "Want to…come to my place for a bit…until they're gone?"

Yes. Yes, yes I do. I would love too. I wanted to grab him and run to his place. But I had to keep my composure. I wasn't sure if it was the best idea. He had offered me to go, I wasn't throwing self into my boss's house. Looking over at the men in front the underground, I realised my best bet was to stay way.

"Yeah, I think that's a good idea." I answered finally.

His smile got large. "Okay, awesome. I live right around the corner."

He pointed to the large building towering over the little street. It was all glass and reflected the moonlight. We started to walk down the sidewalk. We ran when we came to an alley way filled with riff-raff. We crossed the street as we approached a heated drug deal. The building lobby lit up the road in front of it with it's many lights. We walked into the building and headed to the elevator. It was on its way up from the basement to the ground floor. It opened and we stepped in. Inside was an old man in a suit and coat with his hat in his hands. Ryan nodded at him and said hello. I smiled at him as he greeted us back with a pleasant, "Good evening" in his British accent.

We got off alone on the second highest floor. Ryan pulled out his keys and put them into the door across from the elevator. He stepped in and held the door open for me. His apartment was the most amazing thing I had ever seen. I stood in the entrance way as he took my coat. His black leather couches faced the large plasma screen television hanging on the wall. He had clean white walls and cherry red hardwood flooring. The ceiling was about 12 feet high and a huge chandelier hung down from it over his dinning room table.

"That was a bitch to get up there." He told me as I stared up at it.

"I would think so." I laughed.

He stood beside me. "I get scared when ever Mr. Wayne has a party up in his pent house, that it will fall off."

I looked at him. "Bruce Wayne lives above you?"

"Yeah. In the Pent House." He walked over to his kitchen. He flipped the lights on and continued. "That was his butler, Alfred, in the elevator with us." He opened a cupboard. "You want a drink or anything?"

I followed him into the kitchen. "Oh no, I'm fine thanks."

We sat on his couch and he turned on the television. The picture quality was incredible. I turned to look at him. He was staring at the television as he flipped through the channels. I saw him start to notice that I was watching him. I looked back at the television. He had stopped on the news. We listened to all the crimes going on in Gotham. They had slowed down recently, but the news report talked about a high rise in the crime rate. I asked him if it was okay to put my feet on the couch. He said he didn't care so I folded my legs up beside me. I fidgeted with my bracelet. Ryan cleared his throat. He asked me if I wanted to watch anything and I said no. He turned off the television and placed the remotes on the glass coffee table in front of us. He twisted his body so he was facing me. He sat there crossed legged. I laughed nervously.

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I stormed into my pent house and went straight to my room. I passed Alfred as he went to greet me. The door slammed behind me as I pulled off the mask. My face burned with anger. I sat down and took the mask in my hands. I threw it on the floor in front of me. I could not believe this was happening. All the work I had done was now useless. What was the point in saving Gotham if it just got worse the more I helped?

"Everything okay Master Wayne?" Came Alfred's voice in my doorway. "Is Batman okay sir?"

"No, I am not okay, and batman is not okay." I said angrily.

Alfred entered my room carefully. 'Do you wish to explain Master Wayne?"

"Batman worked so hard to clean up Gotham. I worked so hard to clean up Gotham. I didn't do it so the police could go more corrupt and free the villains I bring to them!" I spat.

"What do you mean sir?"

I leaned over and put my head in my hands.

"Batman's problems are his own. Bruce Wayne's life stays separate."

"I know Alfred. Don't you think I have learned that by now!" I yelled.

Alfred stayed calm. "You have to get over the anger and rage Master Wayne. Let Batman deal with it. Further more let Batman use it."

I shook my head. 'I can't do it Alfred. I can't. I have to break my rule. That's the only way."

"The only way to what Master Wayne? Killing does not bring justice. There will always be another one to kill. You're rule is the one thing that separates you from them. You let it go, Batman will fall. You will fall Master Wayne."

"Then how should I do it then Alfred? Let him run loose again." I shook as I spoke. "I can take care of the others. But not him, not again."

"Can't take care of who?"

"Joker."

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I sat there not knowing what to do. We were having really in-depth conversations. Though all I could think about was the fact that he was my boss. I had no idea what people at work would think of me if they found out about this. Ryan was so nice though and I really wanted to think of him as a friend.

"Can I ask you something?" He fished.

"Sure."

"Are you still worrying about me being your boss?"

I paused. "Umm. A bit yes."

He nodded his head. "Okay." He looked at me and laughed. "Well stop it."

"Do you still think of me as an employee?" I joked.

"I've never wanted to." He said.

"Oh really?" I joked again. He kept giving me a serious face. "You aren't joking are you?"

He looked around the room avoiding my eyes. "No, I'm not joking." He took a deep breath. "Now this is awkward."

"Well…" I began quietly. "I think I can try and think of you as a person."

'Oh so I'm not just you're boss, now I'm not even human." He tried to hide a smile.

"That's not what I meant!" I defended myself laughing.

"You're just different then most girls. That's all." He said.

I blushed. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against mine. My whole body froze. I wanted to pinch myself to make sure it was the really thing and not one of my fantasies. No matter how wrong I knew this was, I just couldn't come to pull myself away. His lips were warm against my own. I put my hands on his cheeks as we kissed.

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I woke up and stared at the ceiling. I had to put this behind me. Let Batman deal with it. Right now I had to go to an important meeting at Wayne Enterprise's. Alfred came in to my room to wake me up. I waved to him that I was awake and he closed the door. I climbed out of bed and headed to the bathroom. I showered and shaved. Once I was dressed in my suit, I put my shoes on and left my room.

"Breakfast Master Wayne?" Alfred tried.

"No. I have to get to work." I rushed.

"Very well. I have to go to the supermarket. I will drive you."

I smiled. "Thank you Alfred." I fixed my tie. "Big deal closing today."

"I would presume so sir." He chuckled.

I left the pent house with Alfred behind me. I stepped into the elevator and pressed the ground floor button. We went down one floor before the elevator stopped. The door opened and a young woman stepped inside. She was about 5'7 and slender. Her make up was smudged a bit and her brown hair was tied back loosely. She didn't look at us. She seemed to be in a daze.

"Good morning miss." Alfred said to her.

She jumped a bit and turned to see him standing there. "Oh hello again." She greeted him.

I nodded my head in the direction and pierced a smile as she looked over to me. I saw hre face loose all expression. She quietly said "hello" and went back to starring ahead of her. I looked over at Alfred who just stood there contently. The young women lifted her hands to cover her face for a second before putting them down.

"I'm Alfred miss." He put out his hand for her to shake.

She turned back around to face us.

"Oh, yes, Ryan told me." She shook his hand. "I'm Morgan."

I put out my hand. "I'm Bruce." She shook it.

"You known Mr. Hunter for long Miss?" Alfred asked her.

"You could say that." She forced her self to say.

I looked at her. "You're boyfriend?" I smirked.

She looked at me funny. "No." She replied simply.

I turned to Alfred, who looked back at me. I recalled last night while I lied in bed trying to fall asleep. All I could hear were faint moans coming from down below.

"So that wasn't you guys last night then?" I teased.

"Excuse me?" She gasped.

"I live on top on him. You didn't think I couldn't hear you did you?" I explained to her.

"Oh my!" She turned red. "I am terribly sorry Mr. Wayne."

I looked at Alfred again, and then back to her. "It's alright. So not you're boyfriend?"

'No he's not." She swallowed loudly.

I raised my eyebrow at her. She turned back towards the elevator door.

"If you must know Mr. Wayne. He is my boss." She continued to seem dazed.

I began to laugh slightly. She turned to glare at me. Alfred cleared his throat to tell me to leave it be. I apologized to her and held back my laughs. She turned to me again.

"What are your opinions about Batman Mr. Wayne?" She questioned.

I just starred at her. "I…" I started. "I think that he is misunderstood."

She nodded as I said that.

"That's very true." She agreed, still nodding.

The elevator door opened and she stepped out. She said good-bye as the elevator doors closed. Alfred and I kept going down to the under ground. Alfred lectured me on things to not ask a woman. I laughed as he continued on. I told him I would remember everything he said. He pretended to believe me.

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I sat in my car before starting it to pull out of the underground. Bruce Wayne had to be the rudest, most self centered, handsome man I had ever met. I had heard about his many appearances with several women on hand and his wild antics. I never thought I would actually meet him. His idea about Batman was a good one though. I could do the article on how people don't understand the real deal about Batman. If only I could find out more about Batman. I had to get close to him some how. If only I had a source, or a way to actually meet him. Maybe just to meet him for a second.