Tim and I both walked out of our rooms at the same time. I started to get a little worried when I saw that he had his gun drawn. He walked over to the door and looked thru the peep-hole. He sighed in relief, put his gun back in his holster, and opened the door.
I stood there and watched two men walk into our small apartment living room. One was an older man. He had grayish hair, wore glasses and had a mustache. He shook my brother's hand first. The second man was much younger with his brown hair combed back, and looked very muscular. I noticed that they were both wearing suits, but the younger man's looked much nicer than the other's. The older man shook hands with my brother while they said their hellos.
"Mr. Tim Morris," the older man started out while shaking my brother's hand, "this is Mr. Bruce Wayne," and he made a gesture towards the younger man. They exchanged greetings, and then my brother motioned for me to come over.
"Commissioner Gordon, Mr. Wayne, this is my younger sister Kristina," my brother introduced me. I shook Commissioner Gordon's hand first, and then I shook Bruce's. When I was shaking Bruce's hand he gave mine a gentle squeeze while looking me in the eyes and smiling. "Hi," I said shyly to both of them, mainly due to Bruce's smile.
"Come in and make yourselves at home," my brother told the men. They walked in and sat down on the couch. "I'm sorry about the mess. We just started unpacking our things not too long ago," I tried to apologize for the way our place was looking, when Bruce held up his hand. "No, please. We understand one-hundred percent," he told me with a smile. I couldn't help but smile back. His smile was gorgeous. Heck, he was gorgeous.
"Can I get anyone something to drink or anything?" I asked trying to be a polite hostess. Tim and Commissioner Gordon shook their heads, while I received a polite, "No, thank you," from Bruce.
"So, what brings y'all by our humble abode tonight gentlemen?" my brother asked. I tried not to laugh at how my brother was talking while I sat down in a chair wanting to stay and listen in on the conversation.
"Well Tim," the commissioner started out, "Bruce just wanted to formally meet all of my new men and thank them for taking on the job."
Bruce nodded and then spoke, "Yes. Being a cop here in Gotham City is not the easiest job in the world, and I wanted to thank everyone for coming here to help protect the city that I love and grew up in," I couldn't help but smile. That was so kind of Bruce.
"Well, thank you, Mr. Wayne for making the trip over here. You must be a busy man, and to take time out of your schedule to do that was very nice of you," Tim said. Bruce smiled.
"I hope that you two will be joining us tomorrow night at my party," Bruce said with that handsome smile of his. Tim nodded, "Oh, yes sir. We will both be there," Tim said while glaring over at me. I just smiled innocently at him.
Bruce picked up on this, "I don't want to force any one to come. If you don't want to go Ms. Morris, then you don't have to," he said politely. Oh crap…
"Oh, no sir. It's not like that. It was just earlier my brother received the impression that I did not want to come, but he left before I could say otherwise," I winked at my brother.
Bruce and Commissioner both laughed, "Good, because I am looking forward to seeing you tomorrow night," Bruce winked at me without my brother seeing. I blushed.
"Well, we need to be going. It's getting awfully late, and I need to escort Mr. Wayne home," the commissioner said, "Oh yeah, and Morris," he started before he walked out the door, "You seem to be the best out of the new men, so I'm giving you the job of Lieutenant. Don't screw it up," and with that both Commissioner Gordon and Bruce Wayne were out the door.
