Amee's POV
The following day (after a night of the cold shoulder from Lynn and Clark), Bruce called me early in the morning and offered to take me out later that night.
Clark was furious, because he couldn't stand Bruce taking my attention or that I wouldn't be there to help he and Lynn that night when Gotham was in such a bad state I didn't know. Part of the reason I told Bruce yes was to get on his nerves, although I did genuinely feel bad for leaving the team.
Lynn seemed to be in a better mood though, and that night, as I was getting ready, she came to the bathroom to stand beside me in front of the mirror.
"I'm sorry I snapped yesterday." She said to my mirror eyes.
"It's Ok. Me too." I answered her mirror eyes.
Bruce and I met at Wayne Tower just like the first time, although now I was in comfy hiphuggers, tennis shoes, and along-sleeved yellow sweater, despite the June heat, my heavy coat draped over my shoulder and gloves in the pocket. What could I say, he'd told me to dress that way.
I smiled as I approached, involuntarily. I couldn't help it, I was almost bouncing, my ponytail brushing my neck. He smiled back. He was dressed the same way as me.
"Hi." I beamed.
He smiled bigger (if that was possible) in return and took my hand, leading me toward a silver car on the curb.
"No limo?" I joked.
"I thought I'd drive."
He opened the door for me and I slid into the sleek black interior. He walked around and got behind the wheel. "This is nice." I said. "Now, how about telling me where we're going?"
He smiled slyly. "How about not."
I crossed my arms, pretending to pout.
Thirty minutes later, Bruce finally turned into a big ice rink. I felt stupid now.
"Surprised?" He asked.
I didn't want to admit I was.
We walked in hand in hand, stopping at the sporting goods nook on the way in. He bought me a pair of skates since I didn't have any, and then took me out to the ice, where he proceeded to teach me not to fall.
Superhero, ophthalmologist, Kansas farm girl, and I couldn't skate.
At least Bruce seemed to be enjoying himself.
Actually, I was too. It would just take a million years for me to admit that I liked falling down just so he would help me up.
We skated for about two hours before I got it, at which point we decided to call it a night. After our skates were off, he got us two hot chocolates and we sat on a bench watching the other skaters.
I was sipping my hot chocolate contentedly when I felt his eyes on me. I looked up and he smiled down at me.
"Can I tell you something, Phantom?"
I elbowed him. "Of course."
He leaned down to whisper in my ear. "I'm Batman."
My eyes got wide, but only for a moment. Somehow, it didn't surprise me. It made sense. What didn't was why he'd been doing nothing for Gotham.
"Where have you been?!" I hissed through gritted teeth.
"With you." He answered casually.
"You know what I mean!"
He shrugged lightly. "I just didn't feel like it."
"Bruce! Do you have some kind of judgment issue!"
He didn't seem to hear me.
How could he be that way? How could he forget the city he'd so avidly defended the first night I'd seen him?!
Somehow…I didn't like him any less.
I didn't hate him. I was hardly even mad.
Maybe I was the one with the judgment problem.
Or maybe I was just selfish.
But it made my heart beat faster when I realized he'd just told me his deepest secret. Not some other woman, me, Amee Kent.
Clark was going to kill him.