"I'm not going to be able to take Clyde seriously the next time he complains about meeting his new girlfriend's parents. There is nothing more terrifying than being interrogated by the Justice League. Please remind me of that if I ever think about committing some sort of large scale felony." Carly was ranting as she and Bruce re-entered the main part of his mansion from the cave.

"I don't think I'll have to worry about that." Bruce seemed confident.

"There you two are!" Alfred stopped himself short of physically bumping into the pair of them. "Miss Rogers took off in such a hurry and when you didn't return, I'd begun to worry."

"Nothing to trouble yourself with, old friend." Bruce said. "The league wanted to meet Carly that's all. Is there breakfast?" He excitedly rubbed his hands together.

"Of course, sir. I've been keeping it warm in the kitchen. Would you like me to serve it?"

"We can take care if it ourselves, Al!" Carly insisted. "We'll eat in the kitchen. It'll be like old times!" Alfred had always disapproved of them eating in the kitchen. He'd told Bruce that a true gentlemen would offer his guest a fine seat at a table, rather than a rickety stool in the kitchen. He'd also insisted that as a young lady, Carly should expect nothing but the best treatment from the young master. But on special occasions, such as birthdays, he would sometimes grant the two of them permission to enjoy their meal in the kitchen.

"Breakfast in the kitchen it is." Bruce agreed. He wrapped an arm around Carly's waist and she did the same to him with her own arm. I wonder when that happened. The Butler smiled. Like most of Gotham City, he'd been wondering how long it would take for the two of them to realize they were a perfect match for each other. It had been nineteen years. Nineteen years to work out something everyone else had known in an instant. He couldn't wait to share the good news with Natalia Rogers the next time she phoned.

"You'll join us of course." Carly asked, pulling the butler away from his thoughts.

"I'm afraid I've already had my share of breakfast, Miss Rogers. I've so much work to do; cleaning up after Master Bruce's party and all. But please make sure you two enjoy yourselves today." He walked away, leaving Carly and Bruce watching after him.

"Does he seem off to you?" She questioned. Bruce had already began striding towards the kitchen.

"Probably upset about the kitchen…." The billionaire shrugged.

"No that's not it." She shook her head. "This was something else. He changed when he saw us holding each other….Does Alfred think…"

"That you're too good for me?" Bruce suggested. "He wouldn't be wrong. C'mon the food's getting cold."

"You know that wasn't what I was asking…"

"Don't be ridiculous, Car." Bruce shook his head. They had entered the kitchen. He began taking their breakfast feast out of the industrial warmer in the corner. "You know Alfred loves you like you were his daughter. You belong here with us. He knows that."

"I belong here, huh?" She took two plates out of the cabinet next to the stove.

"I told you last night. I can't imagine my life without you Carly. Honestly, I think you should move in here." There was a loud crash as the plates slipped from her fingers and dropped to the tile floor. They shattered on impact.

" I'm so sorry, Bruce! I'll get a broom or something."

"No, no, don't move. You're not wearing any shoes. You could cut yourself." It was only then that she realized Bruce was completely dressed for the day. He was wearing jeans, a button-up shirt and a blue sweater. Most importantly he was wearing shoes. Carly looked down at herself; mortified. She only just realized that she had worn her pajamas and a pair of mismatched socks to meet the justice league! Her first real impression of meeting the likes of Aquaman and Wonder Woman was a pair of grey sweatpants and a t-shirt silk-screened with the phrase "You're giraffing me crazy." The goofy cartoon giraffe printed alongside the words certainly didn't help things.

"Bruce Wayne you let me meet the Justice League looking like this?" She hissed. She pulled at the corners of her t-shirt, her left thumb resting just underneath the small Gotham City Zoo logo in the corner.

"What are you talking about? You look beautiful Carly." He kissed her on the forehead. "Now stay still, I'm going to find the broom." Bruce opened the cupboard he knew held cleaning supplies but when he opened it, all he found were chemicals, paper towels and several other non-broom related items. There wasn't even a mop in there! He opened the cupboard next to it, hoping to find the broom. Instead he discovered a pantry. Bruce started to chuckle. Soon the chuckle grew into a full on laugh.

"What's so funny?" She asked with her hands on her hips and her feet surrounded by glass.

"I have no idea where we keep the brooms!" He admitted. "Here, put your arms around my neck." He instructed, leaning over the barrier of glass shards. She did as he said, wrapping her arms around him. In a swift motion Bruce scooped her legs out from under her. He held Carly close to his chest and safely away from the dangerous mess she'd made. "Let's find Alfred." He suggested, carrying her out into the hall.

"Bruce, there's no glass out here. I can walk now." She insisted.

"Oh no." He smiled. "I can't have you running around out here. You might break something of value."

"In all the years I've known you, how many things have I broken?" Carly huffed.

"Well let's see…there was the two plates just now. The Umbrella stand that broke when you suggested we ride a mattress down the staircase. Didn't you pull the railing off the swimming pool once?"

"No!" She argued. "You pushed me into the railing and it bent. I still have the scar from that by the way."

"We'll call it even then. Your scar for my plates."

"Good. Will you put me down now?" She sighed.

"I've already told you, Car. I'm never letting you go. Like that Disney movie you like so much." He said.

"How can you refer to Beauty and the Beast as just 'that Disney movie'?" She rolled her eyes. He maybe Gotham's Dark Knight, but he was far from a fairytale expert.