I've been working on this one, off and on for the past couple months. So easily distracted. This is set nearly a year after the first story and talks about love lives. It was also supposed to be a valentines day story. See how hard it is sometimes to come up with these? Some announcements at the end. Enoy!

Jason-10 Timmy-6

Lovely Interview

"Here I am with Bruce Wayne, CEO of Wayne Enterprises, Inquisitor's acclaimed Gotham's White Knight for his multiple charities and generous notations to our men in blue, adoptive father of four, and bachelor of the year. He's recently declared his support for a greener Gotham, financing the creations of several new parks throughout the city and helping with the designs of the new arboretum being built. Other major accomplishments to his name since his wild days as a notorious playboy go as far as renovating and establishing orphanages and group homes, building halfway homes for former inmates, upgrading security measures for Stonegate Penitentiary and Arkham Asylum, and providing affordable housing for low income workers.

"And this is just the tip of the iceberg ladies. It's hard to believe he's still single." The live audience laughed before the set, over half of them were wearing red and pink; pretty much all of them though were dressed to the nines to try and catch the day's guest's eye. Even the hostess, Susan Summers, dressed to attract his eye, letting her hair down in waves to make her look more elegant.

Frankly Bruce was only there to advertise the building of the arboretum and the growing number of parks. He hoped the spread of plant life, healthy plant life, in Gotham would detour Pamela Isly from leaving Arkham before she could be cured of her violent tendencies. May not work, but it was worth a shot. At the very least, it'd put him and his family off her list of 'criminals'.

"Not for lack of trying," he joked for the ladies' benefits. They all wanted to hear about his love life over what he was really there for. Celebrities, even those not in entertainment, were at the heart of most gossip and dreams.

"How many women have you dated again?" Susan asked in a joking manner.

He cringed comically before answering. "I've lost count."

"How about seriously dated?" She gave him a toothy grin.

"Well that certainly narrows the list down," he countered, giving a sheepish smile while the crowd giggled and oooed. "Still need a moment to think though."

"We all know about your playboy days. There was hardly a week gone by when you weren't seen with a different girl or two back in the day." Summers gave a dramatic sigh of pity before continuing. "Then you quit the game. Shame shame..."

"I didn't really quit Susan," Bruce promised. "Just slowed down and tried to find a meaningful relationship. I'm not getting any younger."

"But you're certainly getting hotter."

He couldn't help but laugh at that statement for a second with the crowd. His genetics allowed him to age well, and he was grateful for it. "I blame my parents for that, and my butler for the diet he has me on."

"I bet. So how goes the search for a meaningful relationship Bruce? I can call you Bruce right?"

"Of course you can. As for the search..." Smirking sardonically to himself, he raised his left hand and wiggled his ring finger. "Still single. Just haven't found my match yet."

"Ever tried online dating?!" Someone from the audience heckled, making everyone laugh once more, including him.

"Ah, not really? My butler signed me up once but work came in the way."

"As memory recalls," Summers tried again, a sly smile appearing on her face, "you were engaged at one point."

'Here it comes.' He took in a breath before starting. "Yes I was."

"Care to tell us about it?"

'Not really,' he wanted to say, but pressed on anyway. It was an interview after all, and if he played well long enough, they could get to the reason he was really there. "Talia and I were dating for over six months and I proposed early in January last year. We were in love, simple as that."

"Sounds like Talia was the perfect woman from what I've heard."

"In her own way." Honestly Bruce didn't want to think about his ex. Losing her was painful. Losing their child even more so, even a year later. He fell silent, a sign to the show host to continue onwards.

"It's been a year to date since the engagement broke off right?"

"I lose track of dates," he evaded quickly. Of course it was. Who could forget being handed back an engagement ring on Valentine's Day? "Has it really been a year?"

"We're all dying to know," the woman leaned in, a hunger in her eyes, "who broke it off? You? Or Ms. Perfect?"

The man gave a dry, humorous laugh. "I was the one who asked remember? She broke it off, for personal reasons." His tone was a warning to her. He was not going to share how much it hurt back then, or why it happened. He honestly did not want to think of it.

"Just how personal are we talking Bruce?" She gave him a seductive look that really started to make him uncomfortable. Best to evade her now.

"Personal for her. Now, if we could change gears Ms. Summers."

"Oh, just a few more questions before we get to the nitty gritty." She waved it off, finally getting the hint. "What exactly did you-"

"Daddy? What are boobies?"

Everyone's eyes, including the cameras, rested on the little boy who somehow snuck on set and was tugging on his father's sleeve. Bruce's jaw dropped as the word came from his youngest's mouth. What?

"And just who is this little guy?" Susan started, trying to ease the awkward tension a bit. Helped the kid was just in first grade.

"This is Timothy," the man answered absently before diverting all his attention to the lad. "What did you just say?"

"What are boobies?" Timmy cocked his head, blinking owlishly at his father. He clearly just heard the word, and judging by the muffled laughter off stage, he could only guess where it came from.

"A rule 6 violation," he stated flatly, hoping to end the questioning. The kid nodded, mouthing 'OH!' as he clearly understood what he meant then. Bruce's eyes narrowed slightly. "Where did you hear that word from?"

"Jason said her... um... you know... he said they were coming out of her shirt while she was making gooey eyes at you." At least half the crowd burst into laughter as he pointed to the hostess. Summers just gaped at the kid in shock, having a hard time hearing this coming out of a kid's mouth. Timmy then pointed over to the crowd. "He also said they were like that too."

Bruce did everything he could to contain his own amusement. His boys were right of course. He could see down quite a few shirts at that moment. Then there was the way they all looked at him, like he was a piece of melting chocolate. Children were sometimes the best way to get these kinds of people to behave, just by them pointing it out. "Well..."

"He also said you were flirting. Are you flirting?"

"Personally no," he managed to get out before things deteriorated. "At least I don't intend to be."

"Good." Timmy pouted a bit folding his arms and scowling cutely at the hostess. "I don't like you flirting. Flirting-ers are no good."

"Why is that sweetie?" The lady tried to ask nicely, smiling politely. Bruce cringed slightly as he tried to get up and stop this discussion from going further. Unfortunately the mic transmitter on his belt was hooked onto the back of the chair he was in. He'd have to fix that first, and blindly at that.

"Because flirting-ers only want kisses and money." A few laughs and confirmations came from the crowd, along with a few 'ooooo's. It grabbed the child's attention, making him look at them curiously. The hostess was starting to turn red at the implications.

"Flirting is how relationships usually start," his father managed to get out as he fumbled to release himself from his seat. "At least between a man and a woman."

"Is that good?" If the six year old wasn't asking in a completely naïve way, it would have offended someone. Thankfully, that was one word he hadn't learned much about yet. He had no idea what he was talking about.

"Can be. Come here." Bruce finally managed to get out of his seat without ripping off the microphone and reached to pick up the boy. Obediently the tyke went to his dad and let himself be picked up. Looking into his son's eyes, he asked the obvious question. "Now, why did you come up on stage? I told you to stay with the others."

Timmy suddenly looked embarrassed. He leaned closer to his ear (where the small microphone was next to) and whispered, "I have to go to the bathroom."

Because of that mic, everyone heard it, starting a series of giggles around the room. Mothers, aunts, and big sisters were particularly humored by this revelation. The man tried desperately not to roll his eyes. If only Alfred wasn't taking advantage of this interview by going shopping... "Can't Dick or Jason go with you?"

"Dick's busy and Jason gets lost. Can we hurry?"

Hearing this, he looked over to Susan. "If you'll excuse us a moment."

Not waiting for approval, Bruce turned off the mic set and hurried off set to get the kid to a bathroom. He could hear the murmuring and giggles of women as he left, along with numerous comments. "Well, looks like he's traded bachelorhood for fatherhood, and all that that implies." "Run run run!" "How cute!" "How old is he?" "Oh the trials of a parenthood." "We'll be right back."

As soon as he got back stage, he looked around to see where his children ended up. Cass was looking guilty next to a laughing Jason while Dick was helping out a lovely intern with her paperwork still scattered on the floor. Busy, laughing, and shy. And one with a full bladder. Perfect.

Shaking his head briefly, he rushed to the public restrooms nearby and put his youngest down to take care of the rest. He wasn't quite ready to go to them on his own yet if they were outside of his comfort zone. Mentally he tried to remember what the books said about children and potty training, but having only glossed over that section, he couldn't remember much. Timmy was already trained when he got him.

"I'm done!" The kid announced to the world. Bruce gave a heavy sigh as his son came out of the stall, trying to straighten his clothes before washing up. "Are we going home now?"

"Not quite yet." Taking the child's hand, he led him out of the bathroom and back towards the stage. "I still need to finish the interview. Think you can keep busy with the others while I finish up there?"

"Maybe..."

That was a 'I'd try but I don't want to' if he ever heard one. His father gave another despairing sigh, running a hand through his hair, before coming to a conclusion. "Alright. If I let you sit on my lap while on set, will you be quiet and play on your tablet until we're done?"

"Uh huh!" Timmy's excited smile told him he'd do his best to fulfill that promise. Satisfied, Bruce only stopped for a moment to pick up the boy's toy before going back on set. He completely ignored the set manager as he returned to the chairs, not wanting to be reprimanded for bringing his son back on stage. Let them try handling a six year old and keeping him happy. Without another thought he turned his mic back on, ready to continue.

Unfortunately Jason was sitting in his spot, talking it up with Susan.

"Seriously, Dad likes exotic women," he explained excitedly. "Talia was part Arabic, and Alfred said there was this lady he kinda dated in Japan who was so dainty, you'd think she was a twig or something. Then he said there was this magician in Vegas and-"

"What are you doing up here?" his father demanded, really not wanting to deal with another prank. His second son just looked at him and gave him a toothy grin.

"Fillin' up time. Commercial breaks don't last forever ya know." He patted a chair right next to them. Giggles filled the air from the audience. "We saved you a seat."

"Thank you." Giving up slightly, Bruce sat down and positioned Timmy on his lap that made them both as comfortable as possible.

"So anyway," Jason continued as if nothing happened, "he's not really into the twiggy types either, ya know. I've never seen those super skinny models at the house, only on other people's arms at parties."

"They're scary looking," Timmy agreed before looking back to his tablet. A few ladies laughed in the audience, some clapping in agreement. A shrewd look from his dad got him to quiet once again, but not the older one. He was on a roll.

"No kidding. Nah, the only thin ladies he likes are athletic types. I think nearly every one of his exes were fit ladies you would regret jumping in an alleyway. Like Wonder Woman!"

"Enough talking about my love life," Bruce ordered at last, glaring disappointment at the lad. Jason finally saw the look on his face and backed away a bit. He knew he was in trouble now. When they got home, he was having a long talk with the boy. "We're supposed to be talking about something else."

"Oh but Jason's been so much fun here Bruce," Summers stated, grinning gleefully at the man. What else had the boy said to her? "Just a few little questions and we can get to the arboretum. I promise."

'I'm compromising far too much these days...' Sighing slightly, he nodded. "Fine, but you're limited to three. And no more interruptions." He gave a pointed glare to Jason, who chose to look the other way. More giggling consumed the crowd.

"Alright then," the hostess began. "First of all, I have to ask, are your kids all like this? Popping up, asking questions out of the air, talking to women about your love lives..."

He gave a short laugh before answering. "Yes and no. Sometimes they're better behaved, sometimes they're worse. You haven't even met Di- Richard or Cassandra, and they're their own characters. Anyone who has children can attest they're pretty normal in that regard. Who hasn't been interrupted in a conversation by their kid needing help with something personal? Then again, they can be quite helpful as well."

"Amazing," Susan interrupted before he could continue. The man could feel himself being reigned in for once, realizing he was starting to get on his favorite civilian soapbox: talking about his kids. He rather brag about them than about his many ex-girlfriends. "Handling four tykes without a wife. Just amazing.

"But for my next question... well we all know you want to be married, but what we don't know is what your ideal perfect woman could be. Mind describing her to us?"

"Well..."

Far on the other side of town, a guard was watching TV while on duty. To think a security guard was watching such a cheap talk show... It was a rerun really, the original viewing being earlier that day, but that didn't matter. The lady guard was drooling over the guest.

She didn't see the expert thief slink past her and into the museum display featuring Bastet's priestess' fine jewelry. The love struck fool would earn being fired after that night.

Sadly, the thief couldn't help but to overhear the interview as she worked on the display. Asking a man about his tastes in women... what people did for entertainment these days...

"I guess I'd like a strong, independent woman. One who has a mind of her own and can challenge me. She has to be good with children and exciting enough to keep them entertained. They aren't easily won over by anyone. She can't be needy and want attention all the time. Low maintenance is fine by me, preferable even. I tend to have work thrown in my face all the time so one who can handle being stood up from time to time would be extraordinary."

"Or isn't afraid to confront him about it," the boy next to him commented quickly, gaining a laugh from the crowd.

"True... When problems arise, I want to be able to talk about then. I'd also like her to be clever and have some class. I don't care what her social or economic status is, so long as she carries herself with respect and gives it to others. She has to be able to stand on her own and isn't easily swayed. She needs a standard, a code of conduct. A sense of justice. I'd like a woman who can bring out the best in me, and I in her."

Noble sentiments, the thief agreed within herself as she took out her prize, but this was a man they were dealing with. Why couldn't he be honest and say, "Tiny waist, under five and a half feet, legs up to her double D bust, blond, and dainty with a tight ass"? No, it was all about a supposed personality.

"Wow," the brain-dead hostess murmured on screen as the cat burglar snuck out. "You're really in it for the long haul now aren't you?"

"I guess so. Was that your third question?"

The thief rolled her eyes as the crowd giggled, still using that very convenient distraction to slip back out without being noticed. Whoever that was on TV didn't matter. She got away with the jewels and that was enough for her. What did Selina Kyle need a man for anyway?

A/N: Yes, this is all alluding to how their relationship will start and how I'd describe Selina in a nutshell, minus her many, many skills. It also shows a similarity between all the women he's seriously dated. And just because they eventually get together, doesn't mean she was interested at the beginning.

FYI, I've started putting Sacrifice on my deviantart page. the extended version. It's the second draft adn it's not done, otherwise it'd be on FF too, but about 25 chapters are prepped. it's already over 50 planned... yeha... I'm a bad girl who writes too much. Other projects are still being done at the same time adn it's kinda hard to get good work out when I can't seem to focus on one or another. =P Anywho, hope you've liked this light hearted bit. TTFN!