3 days till product launch

She was a woman on a mission and it hurt.

She didn't want to hurt Bruce, really, but she saw now way around it, unless… No, telling him would only endanger him, she would rather hurt him than put him in danger. She stepped off the elevator and went straight to her desk. She ran different scenarios in her head, she couldn't very well knock him out as well, and she needed that party to happen. How was she going to distract him for three days?? She looked at the files on her desk, all the information on the product they were to launch was there. Her head snapped up as an idea finally came to her. She reached for her paper shredder and making sure no one was close enough to see what she was doing she put them through, making confetti out of them. She then stood and walked tersely to his office door. She put on her most worried face and knocked.

"Come in" Bruce looked up at her from the top of his reading glasses, her stomach did a nervous flip. He looked good.

"Mr. Way… Bruce." She corrected herself when he lifted an eyebrow at her. "I can't find the specs on the product, I've looked everywhere." She folded her hands in front of her, trying to look nervous.

Bruce had told Dyck to take care of the gangs so he could prepare for the launch, he hadn't heard from him since yesterday and he had planned on leaving early that day. He sighed, his review could go faster if he had company.

"I'm reviewing the specs myself, we can take care of the missing copy later, why don't you study them with me?"

Chloe had to force herself not to smile, not exactly what she had hoped for – she didn't even know there was another copy on hand – but the situation still worked for her advantage.

"Sure, I'm specifically having trouble with the initial layout, what does it do exactly?" She feigned ignorance well.

He grabbed the binder in front of him and led them towards the couch

"Okay, that's a good place to start." He opened the blue print and placed it on the coffee table. "As you know energy has many sources, but they all have their flaws: they are non-renewable, expensive or better used for something else. Wind and solar energy are the only ones that are renewable and the quantity of the source is not affected when used." She blinked, not understanding. "When you use oil, you use it and its gone, with windmills they move with the wind creating friction and energy but the wind itself isn't altered." He looked at her, searching for understanding. Her eyebrows were furrowed in concentration looking at the blueprint. She was slightly nodding making her dark curls bounce slightly.

"The biggest problem with energy sources is the waste they produce, only adding to the garbage problem in the world, this Ms. Foreman kills both birds with one stone. This is the generator, and this here is the processor."

"So let me get this straight," she said looking at the blueprint. "This turns trash into energy? What type of energy?" Once again she wondered why Catwoman wanted this in the first place.

"That's the beauty of this; trash can be both organic and non-organic and turns it into electric energy, cutting down on the costs. This is powerful enough to charge an electric car for 10 years yet gentle enough to not burn your common 60 watt light bulb." He was proud of his little invention, she could tell and she couldn't help but feel a little good for it. He really was a remarkable man; he turned his millions and power and converted it into something good for those around him. He was most definitely no Lex Luthor.

"How do you do this? You've got so much and give so much, it's not usually the pattern with rich people." She spoke from experience, the more Lex had, the more he wanted and took.

"People are not at fault for their circumstances, I was born into privilege, and this is only a drop of water compared to the world's troubles. I'm only contributing what I can to help people …" he was stopped abruptly by her lips crashing down on his. Her hands grabbed hold of his head as he reacted quickly, kissing her back. He pulled her small form closer to him, not sure what had happened, but glad it had. She pulled away slowly, her eyes full of tears.

"You are amazing." She said in uncontrolled awe.

"I'm just a man Jacqueline, a man who would love to know you, if you'd let me." His eyes bore into hers, the product and its niceties forgotten.

She hadn't planned that, but she felt the need to thank him somehow. Soon she'd be gone, she only had now to let him know that she appreciated everything he had done, for the world and for her daughter.

She placed small quick kisses around his mouth, teasing him, raising the temperature of the room unexpectedly. She explored his chest with open hands, she heard him take a sharp intake of breath.

"Jacqueline…" his voice trailed as she found his earlobe and started to nibble on it. He forced himself to pull her away, making eye to eye contact. "Don't start something you might regret. It doesn't have to happen now." Chloe smiled sadly.

"Shh, I'm a big girl Bruce, I know what I'm doing." She leaned in, stopping mere centimeters from his mouth. She breathed him in for a second; taking in his aftershave, his tongue darted out, licking his lips in anticipation.

Bruce had always been proud of his patience, but at that moment he cursed it. He wanted her, but a weakening voice in his head told him to wait, that she might be for real, that he wanted to take things slow.

A second too soon for his consciousness she sighed and pressed her lips against his, making his voice of reason disappear.