Bruce walked into Lucius Fox's office, removing the long coat he wore over his suit and hanging it on a coat hook as he came in. As he did, the African American man whose office he stood in walked over, shaking him by the hand.

Lucius Fox was a relatively short man, standing at around five foot nine as opposed to Bruce's six foot two. He was fifty three, with his dark hair slowly greying. He wore a light grey business suit with a blue shirt and black tie.

"Mr. Wayne, what can I do for you?" He said, gesturing to a suit on the door side of the desk before walking round the desk to sit opposite Bruce.

"Well Lucius, I came to talk about the item." Bruce said, taking his own seat "The one you've already given me, not the one in development."

"What about it?" Lucius said "Been having problems?"

"Sort of." Bruce said "It's a little heavy. I mean, the wearer can move but the weight tires him out quickly."

"So you need something more lightweight?" Lucius asked, getting a nod from Bruce "That's a tall order Mr. Wayne. That suit is the lightest we can come up with without compromising the armour capability."

"It doesn't need to be totally bullet proof." Bruce said.

"Move more, get hit less?" Fox said "Not exactly what I'd recommend for what you said it's for but it works."

"Good." Bruce said "By your statement, I'm guessing you have something for me, at least in theory?"

Lucius quickly typed in a few commands on his computer. After a moment of typing, he turned the screen so Bruce could see it as well.

"If we replace the armour plating with the new mesh we've been working on, it won't afford you as much protection against high calibre weapons, but the kind of guns the thugs in this city use? It should do just fine." Lucius said "That said, I'm going to need to add additional armour around the groin area. You won't have the hit protection you've had before otherwise."

"Underwear on the outside?" Bruce said "Isn't that a little bit big blue boy scout?"

"I never said on the outside Mr. Wayne." Lucius said with a smirk "You did."

"Okay, well, could I ask you to rush production, get it all made up and sent to the location I gave you before by eight PM?"

"I'll get right on it." Lucius said, standing up and shaking Bruce's hand as the younger man did the same "You got somewhere else to be?"

"Interview." Bruce said as he moved over to the coat hook he'd hung his coat on, putting the long coat on "I'll see you later Lucius."

"Good bye Mr. Wayne." Lucius said as Bruce walked out, leaving the older man to his work.

...

Vicki Vale sat in Bruce Wayne's office, her left leg crossed over her right as she waited for the young billionaire to arrive. No doubt he was off with some super model as all these wealthy types did. She found it a very annoying thing that all these girls let themselves be seen as objects like that.

She flicked her right hand through her long blonde hair as she pulled a pen out of her left trouser pocket, picking the note pad she had on her lap up with her right hand and beginning to jot a few personal notes down.

As she did, she heard the door behind her open. Walking in was a young man in a black suit with a grey shirt and black tie. He was good looking, looked to be around his early to mid twenties, had short, jet black hair and piercing blue eyes. He had a long black coat draped over his left arm.

"Sorry I'm late." He said, hanging the coat up on a coat hook by the door before walking over to her and holding out his hand with a smile "You must be Vicki Vale. I'm Bruce Wayne."

"I know that." She said, standing up and shaking his hand "Hell, you can't live in this city and not know who you are. Gotham's most eligible bachelor, owner of Wayne Enterprises and Wayne Tech, second richest man in the world, after Lex Luthor, and international playboy, of course. That about sum it up?"

"Almost. Except I overtook Lex in the 'world's richest man' criteria last week." Bruce said "So, what can I do for you, Miss. Vale?"

"I'm a reporter, you know that Mr. Wayne." She replied "I'm here because I want an interview. Now, I know you never give them, and I know it's silly of me to expect you to break that rule, but-"

Before she could finish, she was cut off by his phone ringing.

"Excuse me for a moment Miss. Vale." Bruce said, walking to the other side of his desk and picking up the phone "Hello, Bruce Wayne."

"Hello Sir." Alfred's voice came from the other end of the call "I just thought I'd call and tell you that there is an event occurring downtown at 147 Third street. I thought that you may want to go down there to give your new car a test drive."

Bruce got the message immediately, simply replying "Thank you. I'll be there. Please be sure to apologise to the organisers of the charity gala for the homeless shelter downtown for my tardiness, but I need to deal with something else first. If my other engagement over runs, please donate ten million dollars to the charity on my behalf and tell them I wish to continue supporting their endeavours in helping the homeless and reformed criminals in whatever way I can, and that if any of their visitors are looking for jobs, to contact my office, I'll see what I can do."

"Very good sir." Alfred said "Shall I still prepare your fillet mignon for 8 PM?"

"No, thank you. I'll probably still be dealing with the engagement you just reminded me of." Bruce replied "I'll see you later."

"Of course sir, enjoy your evening." Alfred said before the line cut off.

Bruce turned back to Vicki, smiling.

"I'm sorry, but something's come up, I have a prior engagement." He said, making sure to make himself look busy by tidying the papers on his desk "However, if you still want that interview, I have a slot free in my schedule tomorrow, 1 PM, does that work for you?"

"Yes, it does." She said, smiling "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Bruce said "So, tomorrow, 1 PM, Gotham Steakhouse, 27th Street."

"Good luck with that one." She said as he moved to get his coat back on "They'll be full and you need to book months in advance."

"I always have a table booked." Bruce said, opening the door and gesturing to it "I own it. Pleasure meeting you miss. Vale."

"And you." She said, walking to the door and shaking his hand before walking out.

Bruce waited for her to enter the lift before going to the one beside it, opening the call button and keying in his code for his private elevator. As the doors opened, he stepped inside and pressed the button for Fox's lab. It looked like the new gear would be getting tested sooner than expected.