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No, I told myself. I would not let anyone find out about last night. I would be ruined if I ever did. I didn't even let him know I left. I bet he hates me now. How can I ever face him again? I had a job that I loved, and I went a ruined it! I should forget the Batman article and write an advice piece on things NOT to do when you are becoming successful in life. Number one; don't sit down at your boss's table. Number two; don't go home with him, no matter how innocent the reason is. Number Three; DO NOT SLEEP WITH HIM!

I paced around my office, the pencil in my right hand tapping my left. I held it up to my face; the eraser leaning against my bottom lip. I kept checking to see if he had shown up yet or not. I needed to escape if he happened to come down the hall to my office. The only resort I had would be to hide under my desk, unless I jumped out my window. I figured jumping from the 10th floor really wasn't my best idea yet. Though lately, I didn't have a very good track record in the department.

I felt my stomach drop to the center of the earth. There was a knocking on my door. I stood there franticly looking around. Hiding under my desk would seem immature and wouldn't help my situation any. Stomping my foot on the floor a few times in defeat, I made the walk of shame to the door. I opened it to see the face of Bruce Wayne. He smiled his cocky smile at me. I just stared at him. I didn't know whether to feel relieved or angry.

"Mr. Wayne." I said to him once I cleared my head.

"Bruce."

"Alright then." I mumbled as he let him self past me into my office.

He stood there in his expensive looking jeans and custom made leather jacket. He walked around my office before coming to stand in front of me. I pressed my lips together to form an awkward almost smile while I moved my eyes around the room.

"Nice office." He ran his fingers along my mahogany coloured desk.

"Thanks." I said stupidly. It must have been the size of his bathroom, hell, and half the size of his closet. "What brings you here?"

"Hmm." He had been looking at the pictures on my desk. "I wanted to know why you asked me about Batman in the elevator." He stopped on one picture. He picked it up and looked closer at it. "You know Commissioner Gordan?"

Forcing myself to forget that he was rudely looking at the personal photos on my desk, I nodded my head. "He's my dad."

Bruce's face lost all its bratty features. "I…but…aren't…" He didn't continue his sentence. He put the picture down. "Your last name is different."

"I took my mothers last name after the divorce." I said to him.

His brown eyes looked at me. "Oh." He replied.

All I did was ask his opinion on Batman. I didn't understand why that was so important. Really I wanted him and his ego out of my office as soon as possible. He sat down in my chair behind my desk. I opened my mouth to speak as he propped his feet up on the polished surface of the desk. I had never met such an arrogant man in my life. Applaud; I let out an angry invisible puff of smoke out of my nose.

"Get your god damn feet off my desk, and get your ass out of my chair!" I realised he had probably never been told what to do in his entire life. I cleared my throat to start over. "Mr. Wayne, I really would appreciate it if…" He interrupted me.

"If I got my god damn feet off your desk and my ass out of your chair?" He raised his left eyebrow and the left side of his mouth to form a crooked smile.

I was about to reply to this new act of arrogance, as there was another knock on the door. Fuming, I opened it with strength I didn't even know I had.

"YES!" I screamed in the person's face. I blinked and saw that it was Ryan.

"Umm." He backed away a foot. "Is this a bad time?"

I felt Bruce brush past me.

"Nope, I was just leaving." He looked at me, then at Ryan and winked.

I let out some more invisible smoke and glared at the back of his enormous head while he walked down the hall, flirting with the interns.

"What was that about?" Ryan said, making me stop watching Bruce charm a blonde stick figure.

"Nothing." I sighed and headed back into my office with Ryan following me.

I still hadn't found out why he came in here to ask me about my question. He must have figured out I worked for the newspaper if he came here. Obviously he would have, unless he was denser then I gave him credit for. And why did he care about my dad? My dad had never mentioned knowing Bruce Wayne before.

Ryan walked back over to my door and shut it. He looked through the blinds on my window beside my door to see who was around the office. After seeing that it was clear, he came over to my desk and sat in one of the chairs in front of it. I was already seated in my chair with my legs crossed. I was still tense from my brief encounter with Mr. Wayne. Ryan let out a deep breath before he opened his mouth to speak.

"About last night." He slowing formed the words with his mouth. My head began to buzz like a million bees were trying to get nectar out of my brain. " I really don't know what happened."

My heart fell a little in my chest. He didn't know what happened? Does that mean he regrets it too? I wanted to forget it had ever happened; yet I didn't want to have to let the thought go. I wasn't sure how I felt about it. If he thought nothing of it and just wanted to score, I was going to be extremely angry. But it he wanted something more, well, I didn't know how I would react.

"What do you mean?" I stared at him, puzzled.

His beautiful blue eyes had lost their sparkle they had last night. He ran his hand though his dirty blonde hair. He fumbled with his fingers a bit before responding to my question.

"I just…didn't really think about the work factor."

"Oh trust me, I didn't fully think about it either." I shook my head back and forth repeatedly.

He laughed slightly at my comment. He still looked stressed as he sat in the chair.

"So…do you like…want to pretend it never happened? I totally understand if you do. I mean if you just want to have a business relationship with me, that's…" He paused and played with his tie. "That's fine with me I guess."

I breathed in while he gave me slight puppy dog eyes. Honestly, a few days ago I would have married the man in a heartbeat. But now I had faced the reality of a boss and an employee relationship. It was nothing like my fantasies. He sat there looking at his shoes while I took my time replying. I realised I should tell him what I was thinking.

"Ryan," I sighed.

He looked up at me with big eyes. "Yes?"

"I don't think…people at work would think I…my situation is a bit different then yours." I stuttered.

He eyebrows crunched together at the bottom of his forehead.

"So what if they think you wormed you're way for a promotion, once you do that article, they will see that you deserved it." He declared to me.

"I don't want you to just hand me a silver platter with a promotion on it! I want to work for it. I want to get my clothes dirty and hunt for it! I can't be one of those girls who do nothing to get up the business ladder! That's not me Ryan." I stared to him.

He chuckled. "I know you aren't one of those girls. If you want to work for it, then you can. I will also start treating you like an employee again, if you want too."

It was that part I didn't want to happen. I didn't want to be just another employee. I wanted his to think I was special, and to want me.

"I don't…want you to treat me like another employee." I murmured, glancing up at him quickly from my strong gaze on my pencil.

"So…then do you want to maybe, have dinner with me tonight then?" He asked. He looked like he was in junior high wanting to take me to a dance.

I couldn't help myself from smiling at him and his request. "Sure." I saw the sparkle take over his gorgeous eyes again.

I couldn't refuse. I also couldn't help but think about Bruce's visit. I didn't know if he was just having some fun bothering me some more, or if he really meant what he said. The question I had asked him was just a simple opinion piece for my article, something to point me in the right direction. I still needed to know how to understand the real Batman. I still had to fine some decent sources to help me.

After Ryan left, I opened my laptop to begin researching Batman. I got many hate sites stating that he was a menace to society. Then there were the few that talked about him being a hero. There were no sites of anyone posting personal information on him. I continued to search the Internet anyways. I came upon on a site that caught my interest. It stated random facts about him. None that said personal things, they merely talked about his habits when he made his appearances.

Batman only comes out at night, unless in a safe, secretive place.

He had his tumbler, before it was destroyed. He was then seen with a thick-wheeled motorcycle.

He disappears as fast as he appears.

His voice is a deep husk.

He doesn't seem to like people.

I read the last line. "Shit…" I closed my laptop. "No interview I guess."

I got an idea. I reopened my laptop. I went to my home page and typed in Bruce Wayne. I stopped my finger above the enter button. I moved my finger up to the backspace button and slowly deleted the letters. I figured if I were to Google him, it would be extremely creepy.

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I clicked on my Internet browser on my laptop. It popped up and I put the curser on the text bar. I typed in Morgan Hilroy. I hit enter and scanned the results. Alfred entered the pent house.

"Home early Master Wayne?"

"You didn't expect me to stay there all day did you Alfred?" I said as I continued to scan the screen.

"I guess not sir." He smiled. "Researching for something?"

I clicked on a website. "Yeah. That girl in the elevator."

Alfred placed his scarf on the coat rack and looked over to me sitting on the couch. "You are looking up the miss that we met in the elevator." He walked towards the kitchen.

"Yes." I called to him as he began to take out pots and pans.

He came back out of the kitchen and stood in my view. "Now, sir, don't you find that a little creepy?"

I kept reading the paragraph that had showed up on the webpage. "No." I closed the browser. "There's nothing on her anyways." I got up and headed to the kitchen as Alfred shuffled back though the doorway. "Did you know she's Gordan's daughter?"

He stood up from behind the stainless steel refrigerator door. "No I did not Master Wayne." He placed some eggs on the counter. "How did you find that out?"

"I went to her office to day." I eyed the eggs. "Egg's again Alfred? I had a fried egg sandwich yesterday."

He looked at the eggs spinning on the counter. "That you did sir, that you did." He took them off the counter and put them back in the fridge.

"She's a journalist." I informed him.

"Is she?" He half listened.

"Yeah. Or she should be, if she works at the newspaper building."

"You would think so Master Wayne." Alfred began cutting up some chicken breasts.

I walked out of the kitchen. I muttered to myself, "Gordan's daughter."

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I realised I still had to finish my original article for my criminal column for tomorrow. I picked up the phone and dialled the number. I waited for it to be answered. It rang for several seconds before I heard a hello on the other end of the line.

"Hi daddy." I said in to the receiver.

"Oh hi honey." He greeted me. "How are you?"

I sighed. "Big article to do." I thought for a moment. "Do you know Bruce Wayne?"

"I've met him a few times, first when he was young. I had recently started out on the force. His parents had just been murdered. Why do you ask Morgan?"

"Oh, he was just surprise when he found out I was your daughter. I thought you two might know each other." I explained.

"Oh, I see." He paused. "So what's the big article one?"

I didn't want to get into it but I told him anyways.

"Batman you say?"

"Yeah, but I don't have any sources or anything to get information on him." I complained. He was silent on the other end. I waited a few seconds. "Hello?"

"Oh sorry honey. That's too uh bad."

I went back to why I had called him. "So do you have any new updates for me on criminals to watch out for?"

"Only one to large for the Gotham citizens."

"Who?" I gasped at the amazing find.

"I'm afraid that's too classified for even you to know." He admitted solemnly.

"But…please tell me!" I begged.

"Oh I'm sure you'll find out soon enough, along with the rest of Gotham." He sounded stressed and tired.

"Why won't you tell me?"

"I don't want to tempt you to post it in the paper. And…" He stopped. " I have had a special request to keep it quiet from the public. Seeing as the criminal will feed off the attention he gets again. I have told you to much already."

I went to beg again, but respected his wishes. I said goodbye and hung up the phone. Disappointed, I began to finish up my article with what I had. I printed it off and went to submit it to Ryan for proofing. I knocked on his office door. He called to come in from inside the room. I opened the door.

"I have my usual article done for tomorrow."

"Oh okay great." He smiled at me.

I rested my weight on my left hip. "My dad said that there was a new criminal, but it was classified."

"New?"

"Well it sounded like he had been around before." I shifted hips. "That he would feed off the attention again."

"Well look into it then." He suggested.

I stated my case to him. "I can't get anything out of my father."

He leaned forward on his desk. "You can have more then one source you know."