I apologize a) for the delay and b) for the length. I met major writer's block with this chapter for some reason, dunno why.
Bruce smiled wryly. "Well Miss Swanson, I'm sure you get that a lot." He was still a little off balance from her; he'd never met a woman who attracted him so much, not even Rachel. And while Alanna wouldn't be considered classically pretty, she had a certain exotic look he was sure had men panting at her heels. She was looking at him slightly strangely now, and he scrambled to find another topic.
"I hear you're different from the other heiress you typically meet. Extreme sports I hear?" Bruce raised an eyebrow. "I myself happen to enjoy such things as well." In a slightly different manner of course. Rappelling off buildings or leaping from one to another by spreading his 'wings' came to mind. But he was getting off the subject. His eyes were drawn to her lips again as she spoke.
"Well, you definitely heard right. There's nothing more exhilarating then jumping out of a plane and diving towards the ground. Except perhaps flying, which I would love to do. I hope to get my pilot's license someday. But my favorite sport in the world, other then football, which I never can play, is scuba diving. It's so exciting to swim with the animals! I swam with Great Whites once, without a cage. It was terrifying and eye opening. I would do it again in a heartbeat!" She paused to take a breath. "...I'm rambling, I'm sorry."
Bruce laughed. "No, it's refreshing really. Most people at these parties make meaningless small talk, and it's so boring I want to throw myself out the window!" They shared a chuckle.
Across the room, Alfred looked on at the pair, pleased that Bruce was getting along so well with her, and if the sidelong looks were any indication, attracted to her as well. A first, since the boy had been in love with Rachel for years who didn't seem to return his affections. Though she was gazing rather stormily at Alanna at the moment. Oh well. Rachel wasn't a good match for him anyway, even if she was a childhood friend and knew Bruce was also Batman. Unless she decided to rat him out, they were good.
Alanna's POV
They spent much of the night talking, until Bruce interrupted. "Alanna, would you like to dance?" There were one or two couples on the floor, and Alanna's gaze slid to them. "Sure, I guess so." She placed her hand delicately in his, and he led her onto the dance floor.
One of his arms slipped around her waist, and she raised her arm to place it on his waist, shivering at the slight tingle that ran up her arms as she did so. They joined the other couples moving slowly on the floor, moving in a rhythm together. The pair moved seductively and gracefully, in a pattern that had Bruce cursing inwardly due to the sheer agony of it. They then stepped away from each other as the music stopped. "I actually enjoyed myself tonight Bruce." Alanna said softly. "Me too actually." His eyes fell to her lips, and she bit the bottom one softly. "Goodnight!" she said abruptly and Bruce glanced up quickly. "Ah, good night."
She slipped out the door, and into the limo, which drove away, leaving Bruce staring after the departing car, dazed but still aroused, wondering what the hell had just happened.
Bruce's POV
He reentered the party with a confused grin on his face, and made his way back into the private locked room where several TV screens showed different news channels. Eyes focused on the screens, though Bruce saw nothing. He was still dazed after his encounter with the mysterious heiress, someone so unlike everyone else he had met. Someone who he wanted to get to know better. "Alfred," He leaned back in the chair, folding his hands behind his head. "Do you ever find that you don't want to be alone anymore? That you want to find someone to share your life with?" The butler cocked an eyebrow. "I wouldn't presume that I do Master Wayne."
Bruce smirked. "Fair enough."