A./N. Hey everyone! It's been a long time since my last update, I know. I have a good excuse though! I haven't been near a computer for weeks! Also, when I did get a chance to start this chapter, that stupid thing called a writer's block hit me with full force. Seriously, I stared at that annoying little blinking line for forever! :/ Oh well! At least I finally got through it! Oh and sorry, but this chapter is going to be a lot shorter than the others. My writer's block is to blame for that. However, after every extremely short chapter is a long one!

I'd also like to give a shout out to True Blackout for the best review in the history of awesome reviews! You're awesome person that I don't know yet I still think is awesome!

Disclaimer: I don't own Batman Begins/ Dark Knight! (Man I hate these things.)

"What if she doesn't like the roses Alfred? What if she doesn't call?" I asked worriedly. In all honesty, ever since I had sent Lizzy those roses and my note I've been a little less than composed. I just can't get her off of my mind! What if she calls just to tell me that she isn't interested in me?

"Master Bruce, I'm sure that you needn't worry. Miss Lizzy is sure to call you so that you can ask her to dinner," Alfred said. He had his infamous 'knowing look' on his face.

"Wait a minute," I said narrowing my eyes, "I never said anything about asking her to dinner."

"I've known you for all of your life, Sir. Trust me when I say that I know you better than you know yourself." Alfred placed a withered hand on my shoulder, gave it a gentle squeeze, and walked out of the room with superiority that only he could possess. I was somewhat thankful that he had left me to my thoughts, but at the same time I was a bit peeved that he left. He could have provided a conversation that would distract my mind from my worrisome thoughts.

Worrisome thoughts. Why am I so worried again? I mean it's not like I'm going to marry this girl or anything! I shouldn't even ask her out to dinner! Playboys don't go on dates that don't end in sex; except for me that is. I never actually sleep with my dates despite what the public thinks. I instead act as if I've lost interest completely and send the girls home.

Another reason I shouldn't ask her out to dinner: attachment. The Batman side of me can't afford to get attached to a woman! What if thoughts of her distract me from my nightly routines and I accidentally let a mugger rob an innocent civilian, or let a gang rape a teenage girl? Or what if I forget about the fourth thug and a bullet is suddenly implanted inside of my brain? No, Batman can't become emotionally attached to anyone. Perhaps I should just forget about asking her to dinner…

Buzz…Buzz…Buuuzzzzz…Buzz…Buzz…Buuuzzzzz…

I jumped in surprise at my phone vibrating in my back pocket. After taking a half second in calming myself down, I slipped the phone out of my pocket and took a look at the caller ID. It was an unknown number.

With a confused frown I pressed the 'Receive Call' button and answered the phone with a polite, "Hello?"

"Bruce?" a familiar voice asked.

"Lizzy!" I said in recognition. "I guess you received the flowers. I really hope you like them…" My voice trailed off sheepishly as I stopped myself from the rambling that was sure to result if I continued talking. There's no need to embarrass myself just yet.

"I did! They're so beautiful, Bruce! You really shouldn't have sent them. My boss was giving me funny looks all day." I heard her laugh on the other end. "Not to mention my friend Mandy was sulking because she 'never gets flowers.'"

I did an internal victory dance and gave an almost silent sigh of relief. She liked the flowers! Now for step two: Ask her out to dinner. Wait. Didn't I just promise myself that I wouldn't ask her out to dinner? Then again, what could one little dinner do? We can go out as friends. Yeah, that's right, friends.

"I'm glad that you liked them. Hey… I was wondering," I started off sheepishly.

"Yes?" she asked calmly.

"Do you want to… I don't know… have dinner sometime? I'd love to stay in contact with you. I mean, you're one of the only people that I really know who hasn't tried to talk to me or be my friend for fame and fortune and all that jazz. It's okay if you don't want to! I mean you have seen me at my worst and all. Nevermi –"

"I'd love to go to dinner with you, Bruce," she said, cutting me off mid rant.

Yes! She said 'yes'! I can't wait to tell Alfred! Where am I going to take her, though? Should we go somewhere formal or casual? Does she like Italian food? Japanese?

"Bruce?" Lizzy's voice interrupted my internal anxiety attack.

"Hmm? Oh! Sorry about that. I was just trying to figure out where I'm going to take you. Do you want to go somewhere formal or casual?" I asked smoothly. Yeah, smooth.

"Do you mind going somewhere casual? I'm not very good with the whole formal thing. I mean, I don't even own a fancy dress or anything like that," she said. Her voice sounded almost self-conscious. I can't have that.

"Casual sounds great! I'm sick of formal events anyway," I said in an off tone. "Greedy, middle-aged businessmen interrupting your dinner isn't very pleasant. Trust me." I heard her sigh quietly in relief on the other end of the line.

"Thanks, Bruce," she said. "So do you have any ideas?" That's where my mind is stumped. Where in Gotham is somewhere casual to dine? I know of some semi-casual places.

A thought hit me. "How do you like Johnny Rockets?" I asked her. Not formal and very casual. It's the perfect place!

"I love Johnny Rockets! It's been years since I've been there. I hope they still have Butterfinger shakes! Those things are freaking awesome," she said in a dreamy voice. Well that's a relief.

"Great! How about we meet tomorrow? I can pick you up at the hospital after your shift if you'd like," I offered.

"That would be perfect! I get off at six-thirty so if you could wait for me at the entrance…" she trailed off.

"Sure! Wait…if you get off at six thirty, then why were you working when I was admitted in the hospital?" I asked in confusion. It was at least two in the morning when Alfred had driven me to the ER. Why was she there so late…or early?

"Well since The Joker blew up Gotham General, patients and employees had to be transferred to other hospitals. Lucky for me, East Gotham General was packed with people to the point that we all had to work around the clock," she said with sarcasm laced in her voice. "I can't believe someone would be insane enough to blow up a hospital just because one man wasn't killed within an hour."

"Well it is The Joker you're talking about," I laughed. "He's the symbol of insanity."

"Yeah, I know," she sighed. I then heard the sound of a car honking from her end. "Crap. I gotta go Bruce; my cab is here. I'll see you tomorrow at six-thirty?"

"Six-thirty," I replied.

"Good," she said cheerfully. "Bye!" Click.

I pulled myself away from my phone and slipped it back in my pocket with a smile on my face. "Master Bruce?" I heard Alfred ask from behind me. When did he get there? Turning around, and gave him a smile and simply said, "I have a date tomorrow."

"Very good, Sir," Alfred said. "With Miss Lizzy I presume?" He carried a tray laden with tea and sugar over to the coffee table in front of me and set it down.

I nodded and took a cup of the tea that he had set down. After mixing in my usual amount of sugar I took a sip and waited for a comment that I knew was coming.

Alfred gave me a smile and sat down on the couch across from me while fixing his own cup of tea. After taking a sip, he looked up to me and with that famous knowing look said, "It's about time."

I rolled my eyes continued to sip my tea. Only Alfred…

A./N. I told you it was short! Sorry again. The next chapter with be longer I promise! Anyways, please review! I love hearing about what you guys think =)

~batfangirl