Bruce stared at her, sitting in the chair. She didn't smile at him, but she wasn't frowning. That was a good sign … wasn't it? Her green eyes were blank, and he knew her heart was closed to him. For her this wasn't a reunion it was work. "Do you always lock the door when you're being interviewed?" she asked.

"Only for you" he replied not skipping a beat.

Chloe glared at him, angry that he would be so cocky and act like nothing had happened between them. Pretending she hadn't loved him, or kissed him, or ached for him. He sat down confident in his appearance. And why shouldn't he be? Now that she was up close she could see he hadn't aged. Though there was something changed about him, the playboy grin seemed a little dull. Or was it her imagination? Either way he was deadly handsome. A strong muscled frame was underneath his black business suit. Ice blue eyes pierced her eyes. His hair was dark as the nights in Gotham. Any woman would die to run her fingers through that hair. Sadness quenched her anger. She had been that woman … at least for a while.

But Bruce Wayne wasn't just Gotham's favorite playboy. He was also the famous Batman. The perfect cover because who would have thought this handsome aloof man risked his live every night to save his city. She had discovered his secret life, by accident when staying at the Manor. She had opened the secret door behind the grandfather clock in his office and found the Batcave.

"Are you ready?" he asked her. He pulled her out of her thoughts, and she nodded. Time to work.

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Jimmy paced in the hotel lobby. He should call Perry. No what could the chief do now? It was to late the interview was taking place, and Chloe was all alone in the room with the man who hurt her! Frustration pulsed in his body. Maybe if he called Lois or Clark they would be able to do something.

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"Why all the sudden generosity?" she asked, peering at him through her dark lashes.

He smiled, "I have money Chloe. Obviously I'm not going to spend it on me. So what better way to help my city than by giving to charities that need it. Such as the orphanages, clinics, and public parks."

"So tell me Bruce what are the new projects that Wayne Enterprises is working on?"

"Right now we're currently focusing on the local hospitals. Medicine and helping the community" he replied.

She raised an eyebrow, "But you're usually so aloof. And take on projects to make money and expand. Why the change of mindset?"

His eyes stared into hers, "Not a change of mindset Chloe, a change of heart. A successful young woman inspired it." He smiled at her reaction, her eyes grew wide and her smooth demeanor was rippled with stress. Like a professional, she brushed off his comment, and continued with her questions. "Who will you be attending with you to the Spring Charity dance?" she asked. The questions hurt her more than it hurt him. Bruce could see the struggle in her eyes, to hide her emotion. He told her the truth.

"No one yet. Although my dear butler and friend Alfred will be there." He answered.

Chloe smiled at the thought of the kind old man, he practically raised Bruce after his parents had been murdered. "So the rumors of you and the Brazilian model aren't true?" she couldn't help but ask.

"No. They are rumors just like you said." He replied calmly. Chloe stopped the tape and started putting it away. "Thanks for the interview Bruce. I'll go get Jimmy for the pictures" She got up and began to walk to the door, without hesitating he stood up and quickly put a hand on her shoulder.

Her muscles tensed and she spun around, slapping his hand away. His hand left heat where he touched her. "Don't touch me," she whispered. All the wounds she had managed to close began to bleed again. Tears glimmered in her eyes that were suddenly green fire. "Chloe please" he pleaded her. Frustrated she clenched her hands into fists. Not again. Her mind was racing.

"No don't. I can't. Not again. I refuse to" she said voice cracking.

He inched closer to her, never taking his eyes of hers. Tears threatened to spill. "Why did you come?" he asked.

"Work. I had to come. I needed the money. Especially now" she blurted out.

Bruce grabbed her shoulders firmly he was so scared for her, "Are you sick? Chloe if you need money, you could have come to me. Do you need it? Just tell me what you need?"

Chloe bit back a sob and confession. "I don't need anything from you."

Wrenching herself from his grasp she grabbed her things unlocked the door. This wasn't good for her. The doctor had warned about being stressed out. Why did she take the assignment? Bruce brought out so many feelings in her that it was impossible to focus she was dizzy. He watched her lean against the door and stop. Her breathing was fast and shallow. Her mind was racing. She had to stay calm for the baby. Chloe felt the room spin, her anger and all of her emotions seemed to crush her chest. The air was hot, she couldn't breathe. The world turned black. She reached out for him. Bruce watched her as she managed to turn, her face pale. Her eyes showed fear and confusion. A few seconds later, her delicate body collapsed. Quick to react, he managed to catch her in his arms before she passed out. "Bruce" she breathed out and closed her eyes.