Pre-Date Jitters
Since the party ended and she had returned home, Britney's mother instantly wanting more and more details. Shed danced with Bruce Wayne nearly all night, what did they talk about? Was there to be any date? Grandchildren?
The instant that was said, Britney tuned her out completely. She had been enrolled in the largest of the 3 High Schools in Gotham, North Gotham High, home of the Hawks, and had homework to do anyways. She would keep the information of her date with Bruce to herself until it was absolutely necessary to fill them in. It was really no wonder Bruce was so anti-social, she imagined she would be too if ever single day someone was hounding you. And not just hounding you, but doing it simply because of the fact that you were a Wayne...the last Wayne for that matter. How horrible must it be to have women like her mother always pestering.
She didn't have much time to think about the date during the rest of the week, in fact she didn't have much time to think about anything other then the monster load of class work she'd been piled with. Three of her classes didn't count here in Gotham, her old High School transcript now being cut down. She was suddenly three credits short and was having to make them up on top of her regular class load. Added to that she was thinking about trying out for the cheer squad...but that would come later, she had responsibilities to her academics.
Bruce was equally as distracted as her, running and reforming a million dollar company will do that to a person. A friend of his in Metropolis had told him of Lex Luthors sudden domination of the entire city. On the surface it seemed simple, Lex was a kind hearted man who was giving back to the community. But while he seemed to helpful, he was quietly picking up building after building, street after street. Neither Bruce nor Clark believed that was being gained by legitimate means.
But all that went away for both of them when Friday afternoon rolled around. Bruce knew she was a classy girl, he could tell by her attire, she was a lady...and he couldn't wait to treat her as such. So few women he met seemed to be now. He had the night all planned out. A horse drawn carriage ride through the far better parts of town, then a beautiful candle lit dinner on a private yacht. A violinist, a grand piano with a concert pianist, and a couple presents for her along the way. He didn't truely know why he felt like pampering this girl, he hardly knew her...but he knew when she was in his arms he felt content. It was as though the thick tension that was always knotting tighter and tighter inside his chest with every passing day was somehow eased with just her very presence. When they danced, she had smiled at him...and it was odd, he swore it looked like she actually cared what he was saying, the words he was speaking suddenly had a real meaning.
He shook his head and chuckled a little as he stood in front of his bathroom mirror, in only a towel, his dark hair still wet from his shower. It was silly, she was just a girl. But still, didn't mean he couldn't look his best...he flashed a grin, then frowned and quickly went about brushing his teeth.
Britney told her mom that she would be going out with a couple of her newfound friends from school and neither she nor her father questioned it. They were gone, as usual, off at some gala or something...Brit didn't really care. They would come home drunk and pass out in bed and, God willing they wouldn't sleep in their own puke again. Very aristocratic, guys.
All that aside, having the penthouse to herself was a very good thing since she danced around naked after her shower, having turned up her stereo that was linked to speakers wired throughout the whole house. She strutted and bounced as she sang into her wooden spoon microphone. Being a dork helped her nerves, and with all the shades drawn, she could.
But soon she had to get down to business and get herself changed. She chose one of her favorite dresses, a long white gown that hugged her curves just enough to flatter her slim form. It was an oriental styled dress that had been custom tailored to her. The high neck was detailed and trimmed with gold, which served as a delightful match to the gold clip that held up her light brown curly hair up. The white satin had embroidered patterns on it, a detailed dragon crawling from the hem of the dress, over her hip to rest its head on her bosom. White heels with gold clasps finished the look and she nodded in approval. This should do...
She jumped as someone knocked at the door. Quickly shoving all her cosmetics into her purse she ran for the door, stumbling a bit and getting to the door in an instant. As she opened it, she stood perfectly poised, not a hint that she'd just been rather ungraceful. But when she noticed it was just a butler, her shoulders sagged and she relaxed.
"Oh hey, Hank. I didn't order anything..." she said, trying to remember if she had somehow.
The older man smiled and shook his head. "You didn't, ma'am, but Mr. Wayne requested you have an escort down to the lobby."
Brit blushed and couldn't help smiling. How sweet of him...
"And might I say, Miss, that he seems to be quite a catch. A strapping young man for sucha beautiful young lady." he said as he offered her his arm.
Brit smiled and picked up her warm white fur coat and took his arm, letting him lead her to the elevator and down to the lobby where she assumed Bruce was waiting.
And waiting he was. He didn't pace...no, that was hardly like him, but he was slightly nervous none the less. Was she an Armani lover? He hoped so, if not he would be kicking himself for not wearing Dior tonight. The fine black suit was expertly cut to his body, his shoulders seeming just a little more imposing. Perhaps the most notable thing of his entire ensamble was the fact that, thought he suit itself was black...he wore a colored tie. True it was simply an ice blue tie, true it went well with the look...but Bruce Wayne was known for his severe lack of color.
When Alfred saw, he had nearly wept with joy when Bruce left. It was the first time the kind old man had seen him look anything but sullen and brooding. He didn't know this girl that Bruce was taking out, but he could only hope it went well...he wanted to see Bruce in this sort of mood more often.
AN: To my one reviewer, Gary, I want to say thanks. I totally agree, my typos and all around lack of spelling prowess makes the overall reading experience...suck. But as part of my defense, let me say I didn't expect anyone to read it so soon! But I now have Word Perfect again and hope the typos will now be kept to a minimum! Read and Review please!
