Millie's day felt longer than usual, probably because at the end of it was dinner with Bruce. She felt uncharacteristically nervous. It worried her slightly that someone seemed capable of knocking her off balance. Usually she was unshakeable, after all these years she made sure of it. The day passed by, moment after moment. Selina was nearly silent through out lunch, which wasn't out of the ordinary.

Glancing up at the clock she found it was only a few minutes till 5.30, perfectly acceptable time to start getting her things together to leave. Her computer powered down while she packed a few articles that still needed editing into her bag. 5.29… perfectly acceptable time to had for the elevators. She was almost there when she spotted Selina filling her cup at the water cooler.

"Still here?" Millie asked, leaning against the wall.

"Yes, I've got some filing to finish before I head home."

"Oh… well, night."

"Goodnight, have fun." Millie simply shrugged and smiled before continuing on her way. Outside she found that he hadn't gotten there yet. Looking up she noticed that it was probably going to start raining. While trying to decide if she should stay out in the open or find somewhere else to wait a grey-ish Lamborghini pulled to a stop, alerting Millie to Bruce's arrival. Before he could get out and open the door she climbed in.

"Hi." He smiled.

"Hey." She returned the expression, both seemingly unaware of the green eyes watching them from five floors up. "So… where are we off to?"

"My place?"

"Wayne Manor is a bit of a drive." She replied quickly, trying to figure out what the cab fair home would be.

"Uh, actually I have a penthouse here in town. Things are still being moved into the manor, plus I have an early meeting tomorrow. It's just easier to stay in the city some nights." Bruce explained. Millie just nodded quietly. "How was work?"

"Slow." She smiled, more to herself then him. "I pretty much read all day, loose faith in the school system based on some of the spelling and grammatical errors I've encountered."

"Errors aside, you enjoy your work?"

"Very much. I have a propensity for dull work… what about you?"

"I don't enjoy the dull work all that much. However there doesn't seem to be a choice when it comes to Wayne Enterprises."

"Can't be that bad, you have a few interesting divisions right? Technologies, the Aerospace department."

"You've done some research?" Bruce teased. She blushed.

"Just proofed an article about advancements in sonar technology by Wayne Tech. As far as the Aerospace goes, I'm a bit of a astronomy geek." Bruce was shocked for a moment and Millie noticed. "What?"

"Nothing… most of the women I date probably couldn't spell Aerospace, let alone discuss it." She giggled quietly at that, turning her head to look out the window. The rest of the ride was silent. Millie was trying to get her head around the situation, how exactly she ended up riding in a sports car, that probably cost more then her college education and the next 5 years worth of paychecks, going to Bruce Wayne's penthouse for dinner.

He pulled the car into a reserved spot in the parking garage. Millie had barely noticed that they were now underground, the concrete structure made visible only by the orange glow coming from the overhead lights. This time he had managed to get to her door in time to open it for her and offer a hand to help her out.

"Thank you." She smiled, climbing out of the low seat. "Gorgeous car." She commented as they walked towards the elevator.

"Thanks. I had to get it fixed after this past year, but she seems to be in better shape then before." The doors opened for the lift and the two got inside. There were only three buttons: one for the parking garage, the lobby and the penthouse.

"I'll never understand why men refer to their cars as women." Millie sighed, moving into the corner and resting her back against the wall.

"Something tells me that if I referred to the car as a 'he' you wouldn't have agreed to have dinner with me."

"That's probably true." She laughed quietly.

"So, happy to be back in Gotham?"

"For the most part. Thrilled to be with my family again, we had a bit of scare last year with my uncle faking his own death and what not."

"Yeah, I heard about that. Must have been a rough couple of days."

"It was. I hadn't felt that way since… actually, we should probably save that for a different date."

"We're going to have more?"

"Maybe. Lets see how this one goes first." Bruce just smiled. They rode the elevator quietly, waiting patiently for the 'ding' of arrival. Millie wasn't quite sure what to say. Her small talk with billionaires was rather lacking, the only sports she followed was hockey, the books she read were mostly obscure, and they couldn't very well discuss families. They had spoke about work a little in the car but there wasn't all that much to say about her job, maybe he would take the lead.

"Millie?" She looked up; her thoughts had distracted her to the point that she didn't realize that the elevator doors had opened. Bruce looked at her with amused eyes, beyond him stood an older man who was dressed in a tailored black suit.

"Sorry, right, you get off the elevator when it… yeah…" She stepped into the entranceway, her heels clicking on the marble floor.

"Mildred Gordon this is Alfred Pennyworth."

"Hi." She smiled, shaking the offered hand of the older man.

"Pleasure Miss Gordon."

"Oh, please call me Millie." He just smiled before turning to Bruce.

"Dinner is ready when you are, Sir."

"Shall we?" He asked, turning to Millie. She nodded briefly, not knowing what else to do. Bruce led her to the dining room, while Alfred returned to the kitchen. However, on the way there the large windows overlooking the city distracted her.

"Oh my…" Millie muttered, stopping to stare. "Quite the view you have here."

Bruce managed a weak smile and tried to keep his hands from pulling her back away from the windows. He hadn't really gone near them since Rachel was thrown from the balcony just beyond the glass. Millie noticed how he had tensed up, thinking she might've upset him some how, she took a step back and looked away from the city.

"Sorry, did I say something or…?" Bruce shook his head.

"It's nothing… it's not you just… uh, why don't we eat."

"Okay." She smiled brightly, hoping that it would help break the moment of awkwardness. "It smells wonderful."

"I hope you like beef stew." Alfred said putting a dish down in front of Millie.

"Love it." She replied, smiling at the British man. "It looks delicious."

"Alfred is an exceptional cook."

"Master Wayne most definitely is not." Millie tried to hold back a laugh. "Enjoy."

"What about you Millie?" Bruce asked. "Do you do much cooking?"

"Not lately, but when I lived alone I could manage."

"Any luck finding an apartment?"

"Not yet, but I'm still looking and until then my aunt and uncle had a built in babysitter for the kids." They chatted lightly during the meal, Alfred had just finished clearing the dessert plates when Millie had finally decided to explain why she had agreed to this date.

"So, why did you finally change your mind?"

"I actually wanted to talk to you about that… to give you a heads up actually."

"Oh?"

"The piece the paper wants to do on you, it's actually supposed to be an exposé. A friend of mine found out from Penton that they were planning to pull a fast one on you and I thought that you should know."

"Thanks for telling me… was that the only reason you said yes to dinner?"

"It was my excuse to say yes."

"You needed an excuse?" Bruce wasn't sure if he should laugh or be offended.

"You'd be surprised how well I can circle a decision. Plus my uncle didn't completely forbid it…"

"Wow, I don't think I've ever gone out with a woman who was told not to date me."

"Uncle Jim is very protective and you, Mr. Wayne, have a bit of a reputation."

"Maybe your uncle was looking out for me, keeping me from his heartbreaker niece."

"A possibility, I'm sure." She laughed before glancing down at her watch.

"I should probably get going."

"I'll give you a ride." He didn't give her a moment to argue otherwise. It had gotten dark out and Gotham was not a city for a young woman to be running around, alone, at night. Normally she would've protested, however her run in the night before left her more then open to Bruce's chivalry.

"Alfred, I'm going to take Millie home."

"Very good, Sir."

"Dinner was wonderful Alfred."

"Thank you. It was a pleasure to meet you Miss Gordon."

"Same here."

"I'll be back in a few." Bruce said with a mysterious nod, which Millie made a conscious decision to ignore. The two made their way back out into the entranceway, where Bruce helped her with her jacket before leading her back to the elevator. Millie was very much aware of the hand on her back, she actually enjoyed it. However, once in the elevator Millie quickly pushed herself into the corner again.

"Why do you…" He gestured towards her position.

"I don't really care for elevators… I'm a bit claustrophobic."

"Maybe I could do something to distract you…" He said, moving closer to her. Millie gasped softly as he rested his hands on either side of the wall behind her.

"I've never tried that." Her tone was heavy and almost unrecognizable when she heard herself. As he moved closer she wrapped her arms around his neck, encouraging him to close the space between them.

The kiss was slow at first, a soft brushing of lips. But it quickly grew into something deeper. Millie felt her back being pushed against the wall hard, as Bruce slid his tongue across her lips, teasing them until they finally parted and he was allowed entry. She felt a moan from deep in her throat as she felt hands move from the wall to her back. The all-familiar ding caused them to break apart.

"Did that help at all?"

"Mm… I'm not sure. But your car is kind of small, so we should probably test this theory in there too." Millie said, pulling Bruce out of the elevator by his hand.

"I like the way you think." The two were so focused on each other that they didn't notice that someone was sitting in a nearby car watching them. Had Millie looked up all too familiar green eyes would've met her gaze.

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