I nervously waited, as the elevator began to make its way up to Bruce's office floor.
"Watch your step Miss." The man nodded at me, before the doors opened.
"Thanks," I stepped out into the most beautiful office I had ever seen. The copper doors closed, on the elevator, and I was left standing in Aw, on the red carpet beneath my feet. To my right were two, brown leathered, arm chairs. I carefully placed the suit down on one of them, darting my gaze to a matching small, round table. The table had a fancy looking game of chess on it. I huffed,
"Pfft how typical rich boy," I rolled my eyes, only to stop upon a filled book shelf, that covered the entire right side wall. "I bet he hasn't even read all of these." I crossed my arms and walked in the opposite direction. "Now this, is just ridiculous." I stopped, and let my arms hang loosely by my side. A slick black bar, complete with three bar stools, covered the entire left wall. "What is he? An alcoholic? My eyes felt assaulted by all the unnecessarily expensive looking booze. "Does he host staff meetings, or parties in here?"
A small snicker came from the middle of the room. I turned my head towards the back center, seeing Bruce himself, sitting behind an enormous desk, in a black, modern looking chair.
"I- uh-" My cheeks flushed red, as I thought, crap! Has he been there since the beginning? He chuckled again, and stood up walking towards me.
"You're a very cute character, aren't you Miss Quinn." He smirked, before turning to face the back wall – which was not a wall, but a giant window, overlooking what seemed like all of Gotham – I slowly moved and stopped next to him.
"Thanks." I nodded, following his gaze out of the window.
"Pretty isn't it?" He broke the silence, but did not take his gaze off of the view in front of him.
"Yeah, from this place, it sure does Mr. B." I smiled, feeling some sort of peace wash over me for a moment, before his chuckle shook my senses. He had been looking at me, when I turned to face him. I twisted my face up at him, "What?" My eyes locked on his.
"Nothing, nothing," He smiled. "For a second there, you reminded me of a small child, seeing a carnival or something, for the first time."
"Jezz, are the entire playboy, rich folks like this?" I rolled my eyes. "Fine I'll say it, normal people," I paused catching his gunmetal blue eyes. "Like me, don't see so many expensive things in one room. So we get a little, speechless at stuff like this."
He let out a hard laugh, "My apologies. That was supposed to be a compliment, Miss Quinn.
"No worries. Mine was supposed to be a snide remark." I turned sharply on my heel, and headed away from him. "Oh by the way, here is your suit. All nice and clean." I pranced over to the chair; I had left it on, and pointed.
"Oh yes, right. Thank you, how much was the bill?" He hurried to the suit I had now picked up.
"Well it was about $65 dollars but. It's fine." I waved it off, trying to not look straight at him, as I said the price.
"Sounds about right. Here then." He grabbed the suit with one hand, and stuck out his other, placing a bill into my hands.
"Uh- Mr. B? I think you need glasses or something but, you just handed me a hundred bucks." I held my cupped hands back out to him.
He smiled, "Don't worry about it. It's for the trouble I've caused you. Besides, didn't you just get your nails done?"
"Yeah and?"
"Don't women like to get matching outfits or something when they do stuff like that?"
"You saying I look bad or something B man?"
"No, No! I'm just – I smiled and cut him off.
"Meh- I guess I could get some new stuff." I quickly replied.
He smiled "Alright then."
I flopped onto the couch, and threw my head back. I gazed, upside down, at the digital clock reading, 10:30pm.
"I'm beat; all this running around has my skin feeling tight. If I get a stress pimple, ill kill him for making me run his errands." I sat up, and lazily reached over to the end of the couch, for the T.V remote. "I wonder what's on." I sat for a good twenty minutes, flipping through channels before deciding on The Chemistry of Perfect Foods with host Mr. H Strange. "Whatever, I guess I'll watch what this bozo is cooking up tonight."
11:00pm
I heard the door open.
"Is this you Puddin'?" I got up and skipped towards the front entrance. Mr. J grumbled, and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
"Bad day Boss?" I leaned my ear against the bathroom door.
"Draw us a bath, will ya minx? Daddy's had a long day." He cooed opening the door, catching me and kissed the top of my head.
My heart gave a leap. "Yes Puddin' Right away." I stretched up on my tippy toes, and closed my eyes, puckering for a kiss.
"Good Girl." He pressed his palm into my awaiting face, and headed towards the T.V.
I smiled before entering the bathroom, and beginning to fill the tub up with steamy water. How romantic! I thought, as I rushed into the bedroom looking for candles; to set the mood more.
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