Hey so I'm back and I finally finished this update. I know it's short, but like I said two updates back, I had trouble with muse for this chapter, but I made it short and sappy and how I imagined it. I literally have this document labeled 'I Still Have Finite HW To Do' so I'm gonna post this and then do my finite hw. Love you guys and we should be getting back on track with the angst and TDK Timeline.

THIS CHAPTER WAS UPDATED AND PROOFREAD FOR TYPOS, GRAMMAR, AND PLOT/TIMELINE ISSUES AS OF 7/17/2020

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"What about this one, Ans?" Bruce held up a long dress that was a hue of baby blue, it had rhinestones in the chest area along with a halter top.

Anslee looked from around a rack she was at to see the dress Bruce held up, "Blue isn't really my color," she turned him down before going back to looking at the other prom dresses.

Bruce put the dress back with a shrug. If there was ever more of at time Anslee reminded Bruce of Rachel, it was now. Rachel was incredibly picky, she always had been, and Anslee reflected Rachel's knack for being picky right in that elegant dress shop. Bruce was grateful he had known the owner, for she was a long time family friend and made a few custom gowns for his mother years and years ago. She was more than thrilled when Bruce had given her a call, telling her he was taking his own daughter prom dress shopping that day. She'd gone to such lengths to literally shut down the entire shop just so Anslee could exclusively shop and look without any disturbance or the chance of someone picking the dress she wanted.

The father strolled towards his daughter, who had curled her hair and applied a bit of makeup, though it was barely noticeable, just to prom dress shop. Then again, you wanted to look presentable when trying on the elegant dresses, and he couldn't blame her for that. When he'd found her behind a rack of more dresses, a stack of dresses already draped over her arm.

"You've already picked quite a bit, want to go try them on and I'll keep looking, pick your favorite, you can have whichever one you want, an early birthday present from me," Bruce smiled to the girl, who actually looked back at him with what he thought to be genuine happiness in her own eyes.

"Will do," she smiled slightly back at him before she turned back to the dressing rooms she'd already been in what felt like a thousand times.

"Find more you like?" Mrs. Rosmerta, the owner of the shop, asked Anslee, standing up from her chair to aid the teen.

"Yeah," Anslee smiled, "I think maybe one of these could be the one," she said confidently.

"Lovely, dear," the woman smiled.

Anslee entered the dressing room and stripped off her outfit only to begin putting on the first dress she had picked, a short dress that was navy blue and had long sleeves made of thin lace. The rhinestones that lined the chest area of the dress glittered as she put it on. A minute later she turned the doorknob to her dressing room and stepped out, "Would you mind zipping up the top for me?" she asked Mrs. Rosmerta, who happily walked behind her and zipped up the dress.

Ans stepped into the viewing area surrounded by mirrors and analyzed the dress on her body, she liked the color and the rhinestones were gorgeous, but she immediately noticed a problem.

"What do you think of it?" The seamstress asked as she watched Anslee.

"I think we can eliminate the short dresses, my calves are way to muscly to be wearing short dresses, I'll basically be flexing my leg muscles all night trying to walk in heels," she answered, glancing to the woman in the mirror, "But I like the color and design of the dress a lot."

"I see," the woman observed, "I think it looks darling on you, but if it isn't your favorite then I won't force it on you, perhaps you'd like to try on another?" she smiled.

"Sure," Anslee nodded and turned to head back to the dressing room, Rosmerta on her heels to unzip the back of her dress before she could make it completely inside.

While his daughter tried on dresses with Mrs. Rosmerta, Bruce had moved away from looking for dresses for Anslee. Instead, he browsed through the few suits that his friend had on display. Although Rosmerta had mostly dresses, she had tailored a few suits in her time, she really was a talented woman. While he tried to distract himself, Bruce couldn't help but let his mind linger to the overwhelming joy the father had felt taking his baby prom dress shopping. Call it cliche, but Bruce really didn't have much time left with her, as if he hadn't already had enough reminding. This was a prime example of it all. He never got to see her first steps. Her first word wasn't 'Dada'. He didn't get to see her childish toothy grin as she got on the bus for her first day of First Grade. Now she was nearly an adult. She was taking interest in boys. With all he had missed, the least he could do was send her off to her first and last prom.

"Dad, I think I found the one! Bruce heard a seemingly excited Anslee from the other side of the store. Bruce smiled to himself as he made his way towards the dressing area. Though he wanted to see the dress, Bruce was a bit confused to see Anslee standing in the entryway to the dressing room in her normal clothes, a dress in a garment bag was in her hand.

"Were you thinking of showing me maybe, then again I am buying it," Bruce smirked to his child.

"It's a surprise," Anslee shrugged.

"It's a gorgeous piece on her," Rosmerta piped up, looking to Bruce, "very modest but equally scandalous for her age, your daughter's got the eye for perfection, Mr. Wayne."

"Well, she is my kid," Bruce smiled in return, "Why don't we go check out and then maybe we can grab lunch, Ans?"

"Works for me, I'm starving," The teen agreed as she walked towards the entryway where Bruce was standing so she could go to the register. Bruce looked at her and if there was ever a time Anlsee looked like a carbon copy of Rachel, it was now.

"What are you staring at?" Anslee's voice interrupted Bruce's thoughts.

"Was I staring?" Bruce wondered out loud, "I'm sorry, I'm just admiring how gorgeous you are, Ans."

"Dad can we save the sappy stuff for another time, please?" Anslee frowned up at the man.

"Embarrassed, Anslee Grace?"

"Absolutely," Anslee whined as she pushed passed her father and headed to the registers.

"Difficult at this age, huh?" Mrs. Rosmerta smirked at Bruce.

The man just watched his daughter move towards the registers with her own little strut she'd adapted, "Oh you've never met someone like Anslee, I'll guarantee you that."