Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Batman characters.

Then next night isn't as pleasurable as the previous. Suddenly, I'm knocked to the ground. I just can't seem to get the upper hand on him. One minute, I think I've got him figured out and the next I'm being shoved down onto the mat.

"You're not focused today, Barbara. That can get you killed."

No, I'm not focused, Bruce, because I'm to busy staring at your six-pack. After all, you decided it would be a good idea to just wear shorts for our sparring session today. Maybe I should take my bra off so he can see how I feel.

I have on a sports bra and some spandex black shorts on right now. They are supposed to make it easier for me to move around but that still isn't enough to stop Bruce. Everything I throw at him is blocked.

"I'm doing my best, Bruce. Not all of us were trained by Martial Arts masters!"

He kicks me to the ground again. I'm really starting to sweat. I probably look a mess right now, hairs are falling out of my ponytail, my face feels like it's as red as a tomato.

But Bruce over here just looks like he belongs on the cover of a magazine. He makes sweat look sexy. I try a new tactic, when I get up I immediately kick him in the stomach.

He seems surprised because he doesn't have time to block it. He attempts to throw a punch at me but I manage to grab his arm. His arm pulls back immediately disarming me. My body is trapped between his arm and his chest.

"Give up?"

I ignore his question and elbow him in the stomach. Then, I sweep my legs underneath his and knock him to the ground, pinning him to the mat. I look at him, and I mean really look at him.

His black hair is sticking to his forehead from all the sweat, his blue eyes are focused on mine. As I look at him I see his eyes flash down to my lips, his breath just as shallow as mine. I let go of his wrists before he puts them on my thighs that are currently straddling him. Without even realizing it, my head begins to slowly move towards his. My eyes close just as I feel the tips of his lips against mine.

"Master Bruce?"

Alfred's sudden entrance makes me fall of him and immediately stand up. Luckily, when Alfred finally makes his way down the stairs, Bruce is standing and there is a good 7 feet between us.

"Sorry Sir, I didn't realize that you and Miss Gordon were in the middle of a session."

My cheeks heat without even realizing it. If only he knew what kind of session he was interrupting.

"It's no problem Alfred. Is there something wrong?"

Bruce says it without any trace of discomfort. He looks as calm and collected as he always does. Screw him and is CEO ways.

"I was just coming down to let you know that dinner was ready. Will you be joining us, Miss Gordon?"

And subject myself to hours of awkwardness between me and Bruce and the fact that we only kissed but we didn't even though I wanted to? No. Instead of practically pouring my heart out in front of the two of them I politely decline, using the excuse of work tomorrow to make my exit.

*The Next Day*

I'm sitting at my desk, reading a manuscript that needs to be approved and sent off so that we can begin the publishing process. After I got home last night I had another date with BOB, imagining Bruce, and my training session going so much further. I have a feeling I'm going to be having many dates with him in the future. Just as I'm finishing a chapter there is a knock at my door. Benjamin Miller, who is the Non-Fiction Editor, walks through.

"Hey, Barb! You have a sec?"

"Sure."

As he sits down in the chair across from my desk he crosses his legs.

"I was wondering if you would like to go out to dinner with me tonight?"

Wow. I was not expecting that.

"Um, I don't know Ben."

Ben's a nice guy, we've eaten lunch together a few times but other than that we don't talk that much. He's about 5'11" with dark brown hair and green eyes. He decent looking but I can't help comparing him to a black-haired, blue-eyed man I know. Those thoughts are dangerous and they disappear as soon as Ben responds.

"Come on Barb, you never get to go out. There's a nice Italian restaurant down the street and I'd like to take you out."

"Like a date?"

He looks down, gulping harshly before finally looking back up.

"Yeah, like a date."

Maybe I should. He's a nice guy and I could do way worse.

"Sure. Do you mind if we meet there? I know what place you're talking about."

"Sounds good. 7 work?"

I respond with an affirmative before he leaves my office. Now I have to find something to wear. I groan.

I'm standing in the mirror looking at my reflection before I leave to meet Ben at Pastasciutta. I'm wearing a beige sweater that is tucked into my black jean skirt. I have my favorite knee-high, black, high heeled boots on.

I decided to leave my hair down with no jewelry. When I get to the restaurant, Ben wasn't there yet so I decided to sit down and wait. I begin looking at their wine menu and order a glass of Chardonnay, to begin with.

After 10 minutes I begin to check my phone to see if Ben texted me at all, telling me he was running late. I frown when I see that I have no new notifications. I'm sure he's just running a little late. Right?

30 minutes later I feel depressed and humiliated and begin to take my leave. The waiter approaches my table just as I'm about to get up and places a glass of red wine on the table.

"Oh, sorry but I didn't order that. I was just getting ready to leave."

The waiter looks at me with pity for a minute, knowing that I've been sitting here for almost an hour.

"Sorry miss, but the gentleman over there ordered it for you."

I look over to where he's pointing and see Bruce sitting at the bar having a drink.

"Do you know how long he's been here?"

The waiter looks at me knowingly before responding with about 20 minutes. As I begin to walk over to Bruce the waiter stops me.

"I just wanted to let you know that whoever stood you up is a total asshole."

I laugh and thank the waiter before walking over the Bruce. He looks up as I stand next to him.

"Thank you," I respond. "For the Wine." I quickly clarify after I see a flash of confusion cross his face. I continued to ramble as he remained silent.

"I, um, didn't know you would be here. I mean not that it isn't great to see you I just thought you would be at home, that's all. Not that there's anything wrong with being at home either. Some people prefer it. And now I'm rambling so I'm just going to stop talking."

He laughed at my embarrassed expression.

"Thank you, Barbara. It's nice to see you too."

He looked behind me like he was looking for someone before asking:

"Were you meeting someone?"

I looked down at the floor, feeling the humiliation spread over me once again.

"I had a date tonight but he didn't show."

"I'm sorry to hear that. He's a fool for blowing off a chance to be by you."

I looked up in surprise, feeling my cheeks turn a pink that only he could seem to do.

"It's getting late," I looked up as he began talking. "I know the best chocolate place down the street. Would you like to come?"

I pondered his question. He was Batman, Bruce Wayne. I shouldn't accept his request.

But I felt myself slip my hand into his reached out one before we made our exit from the restaurant. We continued to hold hands as we walked down the street. The breeze blew around us as we walking in comfortable silence, both just enjoying the evening.

Gotham was a dangerous city, but I had never felt more safe knowing that I secretly was holding hands with Batman. We took a turn before walking into a candy shop called We Love Chocolate. Inside Bruce immediately lead me to the chocolate aisle before grabbing two bags of chocolate. He paid, not after I argued with him about it before we left the shop. I took a bite and couldn't help the groan that left me.

"Oh my god, this is so good. Where the hell did you learn to find a place like that?"

He chuckled, "I do get out, you know. I'm not just some guy that sits in a cave."

That made me laugh. It was just so unlike Bruce to go out and eat a bunch of candy. I reached over to wipe off some extra chocolate that was on his lip.

Before I knew what I was doing, I quickly stuck my finger in my mouth to suck off the excess chocolate. He stared at me for a moment before suddenly launching at me. His mouth was on me all of a sudden and I couldn't help but moan, opening my mouth.

He immediately took advantage before sticking his tongue in my mouth. Our tongues swirled around each other, tasting, memorizing the other's mouth. He tasted like Bruce and chocolate.

There was no other way to describe it. Like man and chocolate combined into one heavenly taste. I don't know how long we stood there, me pressed against the wall with my arms around his neck, him with his hand that had at some time made their way to my ass before squeezing. When we finally stopped, he pressed his forehead against mine. I continued to pant along with him, trying to wrap my head around what just happened.

"Come back with me to my place."

I looked into his eyes.

"Yes."

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