Bruce sat in his reserved chair at WE headquarters. He twiddled with a pen impatiently. All he could think about was getting out of there and going back to his lover. Everybody around him was a blur of faces, voices, and fancy suits.
Finally, the meeting ended and everyone started to pack up, Bruce was still twiddling with the pen like an idiot.
"Mister Wayne, with all due respect," a soothing, calm voice addressed the pen twiddling CEO "did you pay any attention to that meeting?"
"Oh... sorry Lucius, my head is just..."
"Not here... well maybe it was for the best I'll make sure your affairs are in order when he forclose."
"Wait, what?!"
Lucius grinned ear to ear.
"Sorry to alarm you Mister Wayne... but I just couldn't resist."
Lucius laughed and sat back down in the chair next to him.
"If I may inquire, where is that brilliant mind of yours today."
"You're not my therapist Lucius." a half smirk appeared on Bruce's face.
"Hm... interesting... so what's her name?"
Bruce glared at his friend. He finally stopped glaring.
"How...?"
"I have a son, Bruce. I've had to talk to him about girls, as I'm sure you've had with Dick."
Bruce hesitated.
He sighed.
"Selina."
"Pretty name... Kyle?"
"Yeah." Bruce smiled, thinking about her. Those hypnotic green eyes, that wavy black hair, those noises she made when she slept...
Bruce trailed off into thought. Lucius noticed the way he twitched his lip.
"She's not just another girl for Bruce Wayne to be seen at parties with, is she?"
"No, speaking of which," Bruce stood up and loosened his tie, "I'll be on my way. Four hours of chatter about things I ususally leave to you has left me resltess."
"Very good Mr. Wayne," Lucius stood up and reached for his hand "I'll make sure everything is in order."
Bruce shook his friend's hand and walked around the table and exited through the glass doors. He took a left down the hall towards his private elevator. He pressed his thumb to the scanner. The silver doors opened.
"Welcome, Mr. Wayne." a robotic female voice chimed.
Bruce stepped into the elevator and pressed his thumb identically shaped scanner within
"Where to, Mr. Wayne?"
"Garage." Bruce growled.
The elevator beeped excitedly and began it's long descent to the basement garage.
Just what he needed: more waiting.
He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out his phone. He dialed the number Catwoman handed to Batman a week before. He then pressed the 'create new contact' button. He entered her first name in the designated bar, then her last.
Why so formal, hot stuff? he imagined Catwoman's smooth purring voice teasing him.
He held down her first name and pressed 'select all'. He pressed backspace and type out that nickname she told him to stop saying.
Kitten.
He then selected her last name and backspaced that as well. He then directed his attention to her empty contact picture. He hadn't set one for anyone. He isn't the kind of man that's particular about things about his stupid smart phone. He had things to worry about like the state of his company (when it's actually relevant) or making sure people don't know that Bruce Wayne is secretly Batman.
Bruce started to clench his fists. He hadn't even thought about what he would do with Selina.
Hmmm... what do you want to do with me? he again imagined the femme fatale teasing him.
Not like that, kitten... maybe later.
The elevator finally stopped. Bruce untied his tie and rested it on the back of his neck. He exited the elevator and scanned the garage full of stupidly expensive cars.
He found his dark blue Lamborghini Mercielago with two yellow stripes on the hood. He pulled a key from his suit jacket and double pressed the key. The car chirped and flashed the turning signals.
Bruce walked over to the car, opened the door, and sat down. He closed the door and pressed the 'on' button. The engine turned over loudly. The bluetooth screen in the middle of the dash flashed on.. He scrolled through his contacts, selected Kitten and pressed the green phone icon.
The phone rang through the high-def stereos.
"Heeyyyy stud." Selina purred seductively.
"Thought you'd like the note." Bruce smiled.
"I did," Selina dropped the femme fatale act and started with a sweet one, "it was nice. Thank you."
"So what have you been up to?" Bruce asked as he put the car in gear and drove out of the large garage.
"Just exercised a little. You don't get this perfect ass by sitting on it all day."
Bruce was at the tunnel when she said this. He stopped the car, lost in thought. He was thinking of that display she put on for him when she brought him home... the way she bent over, displaying her aforementioned shapely rear. She stood upright and stretched her arms bending to and fro...
"Pumpkin?"
He snapped back into reality and drove down the street, away from WE headquarters.
"Sorry, what were you saying?"
"You didn't hear a word I said!" Selina sounded unimpressed.
"Sorry," Bruce smirked, "I was thinking about how perfect you are."
He wanted to say how perfect her ass was and that he wanted bend her over, but he thought that sounded crude.
Selina sighed over the call.
"You're good." she finally conceded.
"I try. I'm almost at your place."
"Mrrroow. Can't wait. Loveyoubye!" she chirped into the phone before disconnecting.
Bruce laughed at his weird girlfriend.
Girlfriend? That sounded so weird to him.
Who was the last real girlfriend he had?
Oh right.
Talia Head.
He remembered how Talia told him over and over about how much she loved him. He'd started to fall for her too, but he told her he never wanted to see her again after he caught her trying to spike his drink. He later found out that her father was Ra's Al Ghül, and that he had selected Bruce as 'Al-Sa Him': the successor to the demon.
She then returned to Gotham with a boy named Damian.
His son.
She had her captive scientists extract his DNA from a scimitar stained with his blood.
The boy was raised to be a soldier, to be a killer.
Regardless of the circumstances, he was his son.
"What about the criminal filth you declared war on? What about the human stain that killed your family? They don't deserve mercy!" his son told him after being found beating a thug almost to death.
"No, but they get it anyways because it's right. Justice, Damian. Not vengeance."
"You've never felt vengeful?"
Bruce pulled back his mask and knelt to meet his sons eyes.
He had his father's bright blue eyes, but his mother's dark skin.
"Of course I do... everyday, and when I feel like that volcanoe might erupt, I look to my family, people like Alfred, Leslie, or Dick. You can look to them too, they'll always be there for you, and so will I."
Bruce thought the best way to keep his son in the light was for him to take up the mantle as Robin. After a month, Talia returned for him.
"Come, Damian." his mother commanded. She had tresspassed into the Bat Cave.
"No mother, I'm Robin now, and Batman needs Robin."
He was so proud of the boy.
Bruce was still reflecting when he parked his car in front of Selina's building. He pulled out his phone and texted her.
I'm on my up.
Three dots appeared. They wiggled, then her came reply:
Meow ;)
Bruce chuckled. He slipped the phone back into his pants. He pulled down the sunshade and opened the mirror. He looked very sharp, the suit was a three piece Prada.
He thought he should look more casual. He pulled off the jacket and tie, rolled up his sleeves, and unbuttoned the top four buttons on his shirt. He then grabbed his coat, fished out the key, then folded it and placed it on the passenger seat. He then opened the door, stepped out, double pressed the lock button, then started towards the door.