It was now Saturday morning and I was getting ready to have lunch with Pammy. Bruce had left earlier this morning to actually go to work. We decided last night that we were going to have an engagement party; well actually, Bruce decided to throw an engagement party and I just agreed to let him have his fun. I'm not a big party person, especially formal parties, but if Bruce wants it, I'll let him.

I was now sitting at the restaurant waiting for Pammy to show up. While I was sitting there waiting, I could have sworn I saw some blonde lady watching me. She had her hair pulled back in a bun, and was wearing thick rimmed black glasses. Every time I looked over at her, she would quickly turn away. She looked so familiar, but I just couldn't seem to put my finger on it.

"Krissy!" I heard someone yell. I looked up to see my friend. She looked so different compared to what she looked like only one semester ago. Last semester Pammy use to have wild, frizzy, red hair; now her hair is smooth, silky, and straight. She was also wearing a beautiful green sundress, and I had to admit, sitting next to her made me feel pretty inferior. She looked gorgeous, while I was here in some old torn up blue jeans and a t-shirt.

"Pammy!" I replied, as I stood up to hug her. She hugged me tightly before we sat down. Right as we sat down she started questioning me.

"So, what's the news?" she asked excitedly. I just laughed and stuck out my left hand.

"Oh my God!" she squeaked. "That is the most stunning ring I've ever seen!" she exclaimed. Then a look of realization came across her face.

"Bruce Wayne?!" she screamed. I laughed again and nodded.

"Oh, Kristina, I'm so happy for you!" she said with a sincere smile.

"Thank you…" right before I was about to ask her to the engagement party and to be my maid of honor, my cell phone went off.

"Excuse me," I asked while I pulled it out. It was a text from Bruce.

"Get home, now…" was all it said. My stomach tightened. Bruce wasn't one to be demanding, so I knew something must be wrong.

I hated just to leave Pammy like this, but I knew Bruce would never demand for me to be anywhere unless it was utterly important.

"I'm sorry, Pammy, but I really need to go. It's an emergency, but Bruce and I are having an engagement party next week; please come," I told her quickly.

"Uh, sure. Ok," she said confused. I could tell she was a little hurt, but I would make it up to her later.

I ran over to hug her before I quickly left.

Pamela's POV

I sat there stunned, almost to tears, by how rude Kristina acted. She just got up and left not even 10 minutes into our lunch date. I know Bruce is her fiancée now and everything, but we're supposed to be best friends, and she just ditched me.

A small tear escaped my eye.

"Excuse me?" a blonde lady with glasses and a bun sat down in the chair Kristina was just in only 5 minutes ago.

"I couldn't help but overhear your dilemma. Are you alright?" she asked kindly as I sniffled quietly.

"Yes, thank you, but can you believe that? She just bragged about getting engaged to the richest man in Gotham, and then bailed on me. How rude is that?" I vented to her.

She nodded. "Yes, I agree. That is very rude," she said softly.

"She acted like I didn't have anything to say. I didn't even get a chance to tell her I'm working for the city now. I'm in charge of trying to make Gotham environmentally friendly. I'm head of the 'Going Green' committee," I boasted. Normally I wouldn't brag so much, but I had been waiting all day to tell Kristina, and she just left.

The lady smiled at me, "Congratulations," she said honestly. "I can't believe that your so called best friend didn't even stick around to congratulate you," she said shaking her head, disappointed in Kristina.

Ever second I spent talking to this lady only made me become angrier at Kristina. This lady, a total stranger, cared more about me getting a job promotion than my own best friend.

"Say, how about I stay here and we have lunch together," she said with a smile. I smiled back.

"I would like that," I told her sincerely. She grinned a teeth-baring smile, and stuck out her hand.

"I'm Dr. Harleen Quinzel," I shook her hand.

"It's nice to meet you, Harleen. I'm Pamela Isley," I said seriously.

She laughed quietly to herself.

"Well, Pamela, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship."