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Two days later
"Kimber, it's okay." Andrea said softly.
"I'm so sorry Andy. I don't know what happened; Miranda just all of a sudden came down with a case of chicken pox. If you need me to, I can call the neighbor." Kimber suggested.
"No, I'm done for the day. All the court rooms are taken care of; I just finished taking care of some business down at the station. So other than reviewing and filing cases, I think I'm good." Andrea explained.
"You know what, I'll call my mother. She wouldn't mind-" Andrea cut her off.
"Kimberley Ashley Miller, you need to be there with your daughter when she is sick. Like I said, the day is slow and I'm sure I can handle a few days without you. Miranda needs to get better and she needs her mom there to help her." Kimber was silent for a moment before she spoke.
"Thanks Andrea, did I mention you're my favorite boss?" Andrea chuckled.
"I'm your only boss." She reminded her.
"But my favorite none the less."
"Alright, enough with the sucking up. Go take care of your daughter." Andrea told her, looking in a store window, her eye catching a pair of stylish boots.
"Alright, I'll be back to work as early as I can." Kimber said, breaking her thought process. Andrea focused her attention back on her friend.
"Take your time; tell Miranda I hope she feels better."
"No problem, see you in work soon."
"Bye." Andrea ended the conversation by closing her phone. She looked at the boots and saw they came with an outfit; a professional outfit no less. She gave a small sigh upon seeing the price tag. It was on sale at a grand total of 340 dollars for the whole ensemble which was way out of her price range.
"Andy." A voice brought her out of her daze, causing her to look over and raise an eyebrow.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were stalking me, Bruce." She stated, crossing her arms. Bruce Wayne chuckled.
"Yes, it does seem that we have a knack for running into each other quite a bit. He agreed. She nodded and looked to the ground. "Do you have anywhere to be anytime soon?"
"No, why?" She asked, looking up at him.
"Well, if you weren't busy, I'd like to take you to lunch." Andrea tilted her head sideways, and bit her lip.
"Our date isn't till Saturday." She reminded him.
"Call it a pre-date." He explained. She chuckled and thought about it for a moment before answering.
"Okay, lunch it is." She agreed. He smirked and walked over to her, looking down into her bright emerald eyes.
"Shall we?" He asked. She nodded and followed him down the street.
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Lunch was pretty simple; they decided to eat at a café down the street. Andrea was pleasantly surprised at how comfortable she was with Bruce, despite not really knowing him until just recently. He was very charming, kind, and always thought of her first, which was something she really wasn't expecting from the billionaire.
However, she wasn't truly comfortable with was his constant spending. It felt as if he didn't have a care in the world on how much money he spent and that bothered her a bit. She didn't say anything though; she didn't know him well enough at all. So she pushed that thought to the back of her mind and concentrated on lunch.
"So why did you become the District Attorney?" He asked as he finished his small portioned steak. She moved her fettuccini around a bit before answering.
"Well, I originally wanted to be a judge. I was a decent lawyer, but it wasn't my passion. I felt being a judge was the best way to help people when it came to law, but when I came to Gotham, I realized that I could do more for the city by becoming District Attorney." She replied. Bruce smiled at her, causing her to blush.
"So Bruce, what do you do in your free time?" she asked. There was a silence. She raised an eyebrow. "Bruce?"
"Yeah?" He answered, looking at her as if she just spoke to him.
"Come on, you have to do something in your spare time?" Bruce looked like he was thinking hard before he answered.
"Well, the occasional movie is nice. I'm not sure, most of the time I'm at work or-"
"Going around to parties with at least one woman on each of your arms." She finished.
"Holding fundraisers and trying to keep my image."
"The image of a playboy, what a wonderful thing to portray." She replied sarcastically. Bruce bit his bottom lip and looked at the table.
"I'm trying to get rid of that." He told her. She took a sip of her drink and tilted her head to the side.
"And how are you doing that?" She asked, slightly suspicious.
"Well, it just so happens that I have just asked one of he most well respected ladies out in Gotham and she has agreed." He stated.
"Really, which of these ladies did you schedule for Friday?" She asked. This caused him to laugh out loud, causing a few people to look over at them.
"No one, you shouldn't think so lowly of yourself." He said, slightly scolding her. She rolled her eyes.
"So I'm just some well respected lady that is going to clear your playboy status." Bruce leaned forward a bit, breaking the 'tall and powerful' stature he had.
"I think we both know that you are much more than something to clear some playboy's status." He told her, his voice low and maybe even, seductive. She knew her face was a deep red, and she tried to hide her smile by lightly biting her bottom lip. Her efforts seemed to be pointless, because Bruce straightened and now had a large smile plastered on his lips.
"Ms. Dent, if I didn't know any better, I would say that I make you blush." Andrea laughed.
"Well Mr. Wayne, you are a very charming individual. I'm sure you would make any woman blush." Bruce shrugged.
"Yes, but I must say, you are the only one who looks so appealing while turning scarlet." He told her. She gave a small laugh and shook her head.
"If I didn't know any better Mr. Wayne, I'd say you're trying to charm your way under my skirt."
"I may have the image of a playboy, but I'm not stupid enough to try and do that to a beautiful woman such as yourself." She smiled and looked at her watch.
"It seems lunch is over." She told him. He looked at his own watch and she swore she could see a frown cross over his face.
"So it seems." He replied, standing up and throwing some money on the table for the bill. Before she could see how much money it was, he had held his hand out for her to take. When they exited the café, he kissed her hand lightly and let his lips linger slightly longer than needed. This caused her to blush, again.
"Until the next time we meet, Ms. Dent." He told her. She smiled and bowed her head.
"Until Saturday, Mr. Wayne." She agreed. He smiled and turned to walk away. Andrea smiled and began to walk down the street, slightly more enthusiastic about her date on Saturday.
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Saturday
"I'd say that my work is done and by done, I mean I don't think I could've done better." Kimber mused as she looked over her friend. Andrea looked at herself in the mirror. The black dress she had was knee length, letting her black open toe heels show her newly manicured toes. The halter style v-neck rested right above the intricate bust design, wish looked as if the dress fabric was being pulled to the back in a few different directions which gave her waste a slender look.
Her hair was pulled back in a very loose ponytail that let a few strands frame her face and the actual pony tail was curled with a few straight strands making it stick out slightly. She had a bit more make-up on than she normally would've had. Her eye shadow was a dark grey, making her green eyes the most attention grabbing thing on her face in her opinion. The eyeliner helped along with some mascara. Her cheeks were slightly pale, but she didn't do much with blush since she was sure that she would be blushing enough as it was.
"Man, aren't you lucky that I dropped out of beauty school. You look good enough for royalty." Kimber told her, smiling as Andrea looked herself over once again.
"I look…" She trailed off.
"I believe the word you're looking for is hot." Kimber said, smiling softly.
"Thank you; I don't know what I'd do without you." Andrea said, smiling at her friend. Kimber tilted her head to the side before going through her purse and pulling out a tube of lipstick. Andrea raised an eyebrow.
"This will top it all off; I guarantee it." Andrea grabbed the tube and applied the lipstick, making a small pop before she gave back the tube.
"So, what do you think?" Andrea asked. Kimber smiled widely.
"Perfect." The sound of a doorbell echoed throughout her house, making her jump a bit. Kimber smirked and gave her a thumbs up. Andrea chuckled and walked to the door, opening it up, and smiling when she saw him. She still had not tamed the way her body reacted when she saw him, but she felt it was getting better. She now was able to talk to him, flirt with him even, but right now she simply let her eyes watch as his devoured her.
"Wow, if I didn't know any better, I would say that I got the wrong house." He told her, causing her to blush a bit.
"Is that a complement?" She asked, grabbing her coat off the coat rack next to the door. Bruce nodded.
"It's more than a complement, it's the truth." She smiled and put her coat on.
"Thank you. You look quite dashing yourself." She told him, looking over his suit attire. He held out his arm for her to take, to which she did.
"Shall we?" She gave a nod of her head, walking out of the house and closing the door.
"We shall." He stopped.
"Shouldn't you lock the door?" He asked. She looked back at the house and shook her head.
"Kimber will take care of it. She came over tonight; I was having a problem picking out a dress." Bruce looked her up and down before he started walking again.
"She did well; you look ravishing."
"Did I mention how corny you can sound, Mr. Wayne?" She asked.
"Yes you did; a few times, Ms. Dent." She smiled and got in the silver Lamborghini that Bruce had driven. She sat down and laughed to herself, earning a weird look from Bruce when he entered the car.
"What?" He asked. She shook her head.
"My brother would be so jealous of me right now; he's wanted a Lambo since the seventh grade." Bruce looked confused.
"Harvey?" He asked. Andrea shook her head.
"No, Eddie. I have four older brothers, well; I guess it's really only three." She told him. Bruce looked generally surprised.
"I didn't know Harvey had other siblings." Andrea nodded.
"You probably didn't know that he has fifteen first cousins on one side either." She stated.
"No, I didn't." Bruce admitted. He secretly wondered if Rachel knew how big Harvey Dent's family was, though he seriously doubted she did. Even the public wasn't aware of it, which surprised him. "Harvey never mentioned much of his family."
"No, he wouldn't. Harvey wasn't one to talk about family to the press; it was much too personal."
"He was free to discuss his love life." Bruce reminded her.
"It's a bit hard to hide that; his family is a few states away."
"Where?" He asked.
"Pennsylvania, not far from West Chester." She told him, smiling. Bruce halted the car and turned the ignition off.
"We're here." He stated. She smiled and waited until the car door was opened. When it was, Bruce held out his hand for her. She took it, enjoying the tingling sensation she had when she did. He led her into the restaurant where they were seated immediately and ordered quickly.
"Service is so fast around here." Andrea muttered in amazement.
"Well they should be. I am their boss after all; I own the restaurant." Andrea nodded her head.
"Of course you do."
"But that's enough about me. Tell me more about you." He demanded.
"What do you want to know?" She asked, taking a sip of her water.
"What are your parents like?" He asked, seeming to be truly interested.
"Well, my dad is a hard working man; in his spare time he helps raise horses and gives horse ridding lessons. Despite all the time he spends with his prized mares, he still makes time for his family. He is a bit stubborn though, and has been getting a little crazy with old age.
My mom is fine. She spends most of her time cooking for the entire family, since she is the best cook out of everyone. She pretty much is the stay at home mom and does everything, even helps on the ranch. She has a little bit of OCD though; I guess that's why I clean my room every Sunday at 2 P.M. sharp." Andrea chuckled a bit while remembering her parents. She hadn't spoken to them recently on account of putting away criminals and all.
"What about your brothers?" Bruce asked. She sighed and looked at him.
"Why so curious?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. Bruce shrugged.
"I want to get to know you more. I felt the best way to do that is to get to know about your family and then go from there." He explained.
"You don't do this much, do you?" She inquired.
"Do what?" He asked.
"The whole first date thing; it's new to you, isn't it?" Bruce gave a heavy sigh and leaned back.
"That obvious, huh?" She shrugged.
"A little." She admitted.
"Well, I've never done this on a first date, so let's give my way a try. What about your brothers, what are they like?" He repeated. Andrea sat back and tried to cram 27 years of experience with her brothers into less than thirty minutes.
"Well, I have four older brothers, including Harvey. The oldest is Edward. He is about 37, he lives down the street from my dad, and works on the ranch as a job. He is married to a woman named Marissa and they have four children; Kyle, Samantha, Brad, and Emily. Marissa is a school teacher and she sends me e-mails once a week telling me how the kids are and such. She's a very nice woman.
Next there is Anthony who is at Oxford teaching history right now. He's 35 and married to a French woman named Leah whom he met at Oxford. They have three children; twin boys, Joseph and Ronald, who are about seven, and they have a three year old daughter named Angelique. She's just adorable. Leah is a stay at home mom and they seem to do pretty well on their own.
Then there is Tim. He is 33 and was just recently married to his college sweetheart, Jennifer. Both of them are awaiting the arrival of their first child, though they refuse to find out the gender until it's born. Tim is a forensic scientist and lives a bit farther away than Eddie does. He lived across town, but it's only a five minute drive to the ranch. Jen is a doctor and specializes in neurology; she even has her own department.
Harvey was the closest to my age, being only a year older than me. Though I love all my brothers, I always felt closest with Harvey. I guess that's why I was so against him moving to Gotham, but he was determined to help people and that's what he tried to do. We were both born in this city; my dad lived here while he had a job at Wayne enterprises, but moved out a few years after I was born to start the ranch." She stopped and looked a Bruce, who was busy soaking in all the information she was giving him.
"It seems that you have a very close nit family." He stated.
"Yeah, we are pretty close." She agreed. The food came and she dug into her pork chops. Bruce ate some of his seasoned chicken with a white wine sauce before looking back up at her.
"Is it hard being so far away from them?" He asked. She thought about it for a minute, before shrugging her shoulders.
"A little; you get used to it after some time."
"I suppose." There was silence between them.
"What about you, Bruce? Do you have any family left?" She asked.
"Not unless you count Alfred." He answered.
"Alfred?" She asked.
"My butler and my oldest friend. He is like a second father to me." He told her. She nodded and stared at her plate. She couldn't imagine losing both her parents and to be without her brothers, aunts, uncles, cousins. She couldn't imagine being the only one left in her family and have nothing, but a family friend to take care of you. She looked at Bruce, only to find him looking at her.
"What are you thinking about?" He asked.
"Is it difficult?" She asked. Bruce's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"Is what difficult?" He asked. She looked down at her plate, taking note for the first time that she had finished her food.
"To live and go through life without them. I mean, I couldn't imagine that." She muttered. She wasn't even sure that he even heard everything she said, but when she looked up at him, she was almost positive that he heard every word.
"It is difficult at times, but over the years, you grow accustom to it." She didn't respond, she simply looked into his hazel eyes and even behind the charming smile, she could see the pain he was living with.
"Did you hear about Batman?" A voice interrupted her thoughts. She couldn't place it however. She turned around and saw a couple discussing it.
"About how he captured a whole group of criminals and delivered them to the police?"
"Yeah. If you ask me, I don't think he's half bad." Andrea turned back around, an annoyed expression on her face.
"I take it you're not a fan of Batman." Bruce stated.
"Can you be a fan of someone who murdered your brother?" She asked, her voice a little harsher than she intended.
"A few people don't think that he killed him." Bruce told her, defending Batman. Andrea rolled her eyes.
"I'm sure. Unless I get hard evidence that says otherwise, I'm not going to believe that." She explained. Bruce was silent for a minute.
"So, if he was proven innocent, you would support him?" Bruce asked. Andrea thought for a moment before nodding her head.
"I guess, though I'd be a little suspicious of him. Other than that, yes. But since there is no evidence against what he did, I'm forced to come to the conclusion that he did do it." Bruce nodded his head..
"It sounds reasonable." He agreed.
"It might surprise you to find that I can be a reasonable person, Bruce." She told him. The waiter came and asked if they wanted any desert, but Bruce told him no.
"We will be going out to get desert somewhere else, thank you." Andrea raised an eyebrow.
"We will?" She asked. Bruce smirked and stood up, holding his arm out for her to take. She did and let him lead her outside and across the street, where Central Gotham Park was conveniently located.
"If I remember correctly, it is a full moon and the lake is perfect this time of night." He told her, causing her to laugh.
"Bruce, you can be so corny sometimes." She said, following him into the park.
"I prefer the term romantic." Andrea rolled her eyes and kept walking. When they got to the lake, Andrea was in awe. She had been to Central Gotham Park before, but she was much too young and she wasn't there at night. The moon glowed upon the lake, showing the delicate ripples running through, and the white water lily's caressing the surface of the water. Bruce kneeled down and plucked one for her. He delicately placed it in her hair, his rough hands gently touching her neck and ear. She blushed a deep scarlet and looked over to him.
"Thank you." She said. He nodded and wrapped an arm around her waist, protectively pulling her closer to him.
"What's your favorite flower?" He asked.
"Are we asking favorites now?" She jested. He chuckled and looked down at her, waiting for her answer. "Roses."
"I figured." She shrugged.
"They are a romantic kind of flower. I've always been a sucker for romantic things." She admitted.
"So you like me being 'corny', no matter what you say." He realized. She shrugged.
"I do, but like I said, you can be really corny and sometimes it makes me laugh."
"Why would me being corny make you laugh?" She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his.
"Because sometimes it seems too much like a fairytale and I stopped believing in those a long time ago, Mr. Wayne." Bruce turned so he was facing her directly. He lifted his hand and gently caressed her cheek, making her close her eyes and savor the feeling she got from his touch.
"Maybe I can help you with that." He whispered in a low and seductive manner. Andrea opened her eyes to see his expression, only to see that his lips were gently brushing over hers. She immediately closer her eyes again and pressed her lips a little harder against his, enjoying the sudden feeling that erupted in her chest.
Bruce wrapped his other arm around her waist and pulled her closer, while his other hand traveled down to her side. She was positive he could feel the shivers she was getting from his touch, but she ignored them as she let her own hand rest upon his chest. She wasn't sure why she was surprised that his body was well toned, maybe due to the fact that she didn't think billionaires spent much time working out.
She was interrupted from her thoughts when she felt a light bite on her lower lip. She opened her mouth and let him enter her mouth, enjoying the peppermint taste he had. She wrapped her arms around his neck and tried to pull herself closer to him, which he eagerly responded to by kissing her deeper. Andrea let one of her arms snake around to his back in an effort to bring him closer, though it seemed to have the opposite effect, as he pulled away breaking the kiss. He quickly gave her a small peck on her lips.
"Wow." She breathed, trying to catch her breath.
"I don't suppose you would be free the same time next week?" She chuckled.
"I'm sure I could fit you into my schedule somewhere." She jested. He smirked and kissed her once more.
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Seven months later
"Okay, so are you telling me that even after we presented them with the evidence, the jury still found him not guilty?" Andrea asked. Kimber shrugged.
"They said that the evidence didn't directly link him to the crime." Kimber said, stopping to put her coat up in her office. "I can't believe its cold in September."
"I know. It's the most horrible thing that could happen right now." Andrea muttered looking through her notes once more. Kimber rolled her eyes and followed Andrea into her office. She stopped and smiled.
"That boy never stops, does he?" She asked, causing Andrea to look up. She sighed and walked over to her desk, smiling softly as she saw what was on it. There was a stuffed teddy bear that was holding a single white rose. She smiled and put the bear on her shelf. Kimber walked over and looked at the bear.
"I'm so jealous. You're dating Bruce Wayne, who has no problem spoiling you rotten." She noted.
"I have a problem with it." Andrea muttered.
"Why would you have a problem with that?" Kimber asked.. Andrea shrugged.
"I guess I'm not used to it; a simple dinner would be ten times better than going out to some fancy restaurant." She explained. Kimber looked at her like she was crazy.
"I give it another month and you'll get used to it." Kimber told her. Andrea's phone rang and she picked it up.
"Andrea Dent." She answered automatically.
"Enjoy your gift?" Andrea smiled immediately.
"I always enjoy my gifts, but you don't have to get me one every other day Bruce." She told him. She heard Kimber scoff and glared at her.
"I enjoy sending them. What's a few dollars for the most Beautiful D.A. this city has ever seen?" Andrea smiled widely.
"See, you're being corny again." She reminded him. He chuckled.
"So, what do you say about dinner tonight? I know this perfect restaurant that overlooks the city." Andrea bit her lip.
"Well, actually, I was hoping we could do something different." She said. Bruce was silent for a moment.
"What do you want to do then?" He asked.
"I'll make you dinner." She stated. Kimber raised an eyebrow at her friend.
"Can you cook?" Bruce teased. Andrea laughed.
"Of course I can cook!" Kimber began to laugh, already figuring out what Bruce had asked.
"Okay, what time should I come over?" He asked.
"I guess around seven." She told him.
"Very well, I will be there at seven."
"Oh, and Bruce?"
"Yes?" Andrea paused.
"You can ditch the business suit."
