This story has me thinking way too much, omg! XD


Bruce led me to where they had decided would be the dance floor for the evening and then he gently pulled me into his embrace. I put my left hand on his shoulder as my right holds his and his right-hand rests on my waist.

"When my Dad said he was introducing me to someone, I never expected it to be you," I say as we move slowly to the song.

"I'm not sure if that's a compliment or an insult." Bruce raises an eyebrow at me and I feel a little stupid for what I said.

"No! It's not an insult, it's just... well I didn't think he would mix business into my life." I explain myself and he chuckles at me as my face heats up. I look over the way and see Clark had another drink in his hand and wasn't being kind on himself.

"Is something wrong?" Bruce snaps me away from Clark and back to him.

"No. Sorry, I just noticed my... friend drinking a little more than he should." As I spoke I noticed that Clark was glaring at the back of Bruce's head. But quickly stopped as Bruce turned to follow my eyesight to him.

"Clark Kent?" He asks as his head turns back to me and his eyebrow was raised. I nod sheepishly in response. His chest rumbles with a chuckle as we continue to sway to the music.

"Interesting choice. I never thought you would have chosen him." Bruce ponders on his own thoughts as I stay silent as we continue to dance together.

"You sound just like my Father." I sigh as I glance out to find that my Dad was talking to other guests of the party; completely ignoring the fact that his daughter was miserable.

"Let me guess, your Father doesn't approve of the relationship?" Bruce asks as I feel his thumb stroke my back, sending a shiver through my body.

"You could say that," I reply before I clear my throat and pull away from Bruce as the song ends. His smirk returns to his lips as he gestures for me to take his arm. So I do. He leads me through the crowd and I can still see Clark burning holes in the back of Bruce's head.

"So," Bruce starts as he passes me a glass of wine from the table in front of us. "What do you think of Gotham so far?" We begin to walk towards the glass door that leads to one of the balconies as he asks me the question.

"I prefer the night life here. Hopefully, I can convince my Dad at letting me out." I reply as I sip my wine while he just holds his. He had released my arm and leant his lower back against the stone railing of the balcony. I must say that he did look quite handsome in his suit and the way he stood wasn't helping the fact of his biceps being defined by the tight fit.

"I wouldn't suggest it." He frowns before I raise an eyebrow at him.

"Is it because of the crazies? Or the big bad bat?" I ask as I walk over and lean against the railing to his right. My words earn a chuckle from him and I smile as he looked as though he hadn't had a real smile in a while.

"Well, that would depend on what you want to go out at night for. Either way, as you say 'the big bad bat' will be there." He tells me and nudges my elbow with his own.

I felt comfortable with Bruce. Something about him seems to just calm my nerves when he speaks. Maybe it's the way he chooses his words carefully before saying them or maybe it's just how he looks at me. But it wasn't like it was with Clark. He calmed me but also looked as though he adored me.

I clear my throat as I look away from Bruce and down at my drink. I lick my lips before drinking all of the alcohol in the glass I was holding.

"I need another drink," I say quickly before leaving Bruce on the balcony and rushing to the bathroom.

***(Third Person)***

Clark saw Isle almost running from the balcony and he took this as a chance to go and speak to his so called friend.

Storming out onto the balcony he finds Bruce finishing his drink with a small smirk on his face.

"What are you doing?" Clark was quick to get to the point and Bruce saw it coming from how he had been watching himself and Isle all night.

"Simply keeping the peace with a future partner's request that I meet his daughter. I can see what keeps your mind occupied lately." Bruce replies as his eyes stare into the crowd of people trying to find Isle again.

"Usually, if someone wanted you to meet a relative you'd say no." Clark raises his eyebrows at him in disbelief. Bruce just simply chuckles to himself as he can't believe that his friend was showing his more jealous side to him.

"Careful now, Clark. Don't want to show a new weakness, now do we?" Bruce taps Clark's shoulder before he walks past him and returns to his party.

***(Isle's P.O.V.)***

After getting my head straight in the bathroom, I return back to the party as I see that Clark was waiting for me. I quickly smile and walk to him as he pushes off the wall that he was leaning against. I reach up and cup his face in my hands and press my lips against his.

He was a little too eager in the kiss as his hands trailed down my sides and it felt amazing. We pull away as we both pant for air.

"What was that for?" I ask in between panting for my breath back.

"Just missed you the entire night." He sighs as his hand reaches up and brushes a piece of my hair behind my ear. "You know since he has you to himself. I want my time with you." I just smile at him as I step away slightly from him.

"You know that I have to be with him, just for tonight." I tell him and there was a slight glint of something in his eyes as he looked to the left and his frown set in. I followed his eye line and saw Bruce talking with my Father. "Then after tonight, you can take me away from here." I assure him and he smirks at the thought and turns his head back to me. "I promise." I quickly press my lips to his again before walking over to Bruce and my Dad.

"Sorry for leaving you Bruce, I had to use the ladies room." I smile as I stop next to him and he smiles back at me.

"No problem at Isle, your Father and I got to talk business and by the looks of things, our companies shall be in business for quite sometime." Bruce replies and my Father's smile grew even more.

"I promise my company will bring you great fortune Mr Wayne." Dad promises as he places on a hand on Bruce's arm.

"Please, just call me Bruce. Now that we have all the business things out of the way, why don't we all just enjoy tonight?" Bruce insists and then looks back down at me. The glint in his eyes much the same as Clark's were. Something in my gut was telling to me to stop. Turn away before anything could happen. But I let that feeling go and went with my head. "Shall we?" Bruce held his hand out for me and I took it with a smile.

"We shall."