Bruce looked at the magazine and sighed, throwing it aside. He had been photographed before, so why did he care about this picture so much?

Because Chloe didn't deserve to be in a gossip magazine, she was above that. Alfred walked into his room, and raised an eyebrow. "Master Bruce are you quite done moping around the hotel?" he asked somewhat annoyed. "I am not moping," he said defensively. Alfred laughed, "Yes. You are. Now you have a dinner date with Miss Chloe. Or shall I call her and tell her you canceled?"

Bruce stood up, somewhat panicking at Alfred's last statement.

"No. It's fine I'll go get ready." Alfred smiled and left, his work here was done. The old man smiled to himself, this young lady Chloe. She was very special, he knew because Bruce never moped over the gossip the magazines held. Part of him worried about him. Bruce was never the one to embrace love with open arms; maybe just maybe Chloe would help.

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Meanwhile, Chloe was smiling and humming as she turned on the radio.

After finding a good station, she hopped into the shower letting the water and soap wash away all the days' gossip. After that she got out and put on her bathrobe, she headed to find a suitable outfit to wear. And she pulled out skirt after skirt and a million different dresses.

Finally she settled on jeans that accentuated her bottom.

And a soft green satin halter top that elegantly showed of her shoulders. She dressed and started to do her hair. With a yank and a twist she had an elegant bun on her head. Strands of her blonde hair escaped making her look very sexy. After her hair was out of the way she applied mascara, lipstick, and a bronze eye shadow. Satisfied she grinned at her reflection and waited impatiently for him to arrive.

Five minutes after seven, her doorbell rang. She forced herself to relax, as she opened the door to find Bruce smiling. He looked gorgeous in casual jeans, a blue dress shirt and a blazer. After eyeing his outfit she smiled at him, "Hey Bruce"

Bruce ran his eyes up and down her body she looked beautiful, and she managed to show him flesh without looking slutty.

Unlike most women.

"You look great," he told her, embracing her in a hug. "Thanks. So do you" she replied. "Oh wait I have your coat" she said racing into what he guessed was her room. He winced glancing at her heels, hoping she wouldn't fall. Seconds later she handed him his coat, he smiled he barely notice it was gone. Once she grabbed her keys, coat, and cellphone and locked up they headed outside.

Alfred would be driving them to the restaurant called Gem.

He hoped Chloe would like it. "Where are you spending your Christmas Bruce?" she asked. "I have Christmas parties to attend to in Gotham. So I'm spending it there." He replied, watching for her reaction. Her eyes flickered with sadness, "Oh"

"And you?" he asked. "I don't know. I usually spend my Christmas with Clark and his mom, but I don't think I'll do that this year. We…" she paused "We are on shaky ground." She looked away from him, and he didn't pressure her for answers.

Alfred stopped the car, and they got out. "Oh wow." She said as they were seated. The restaurant was cozy and had a live jazz band, complete with a dance floor. They ordered food and Bruce had champagne delivered to them.

He couldn't take his eyes of off her.

"I'm sorry about the magazine." He told her. She shrugged, "I don't care the attention was kind of nice. Even Clark was a little jealous." His blue eyes flickered with amusement. Bruce saw a scratch on her arm; it was small but still noticeable. "What happened?" he asked, acting as if he didn't know where the scratch came from. "Oh its nothing. I…" she paused. "I…" He squeezed her hand, wanting her to go on. "I was mugged" she said it all in a rush.

Images of the night came back to Bruce and he clenched his jaw.

Chloe saw him, and squeezed his hand back, "I was ok though, because I met Batman. He "saved" me" He grinned, "So you him?" She smiled, "Yes. He does know you. Is he always that quite?" Bruce nodded. "He doesn't seem to care that he's on Superman's turf. You know what funny?" she paused "His voice it was so…familiar. It really is but I can't put my finger on it."

Bruce was a littel worried at her statement, but he brushed it away. Chloe was smart but he was smarter. Even that didn't comfort him, if she found out about his other life, would she be angry? Upset? Hurt? He pushed the thought away, deciding to be more careful.

Their food arrived, and they talked casually. Bruce hadn't been this happy or content in a long time. After dinner, Bruce asked Chloe to dance. Many couples were already on the dance floor swaying to the music. The lights were dimmed, and the place looked soft.

Bruce pulled her closer and laid his hand on her waist. She felt her skin hum with approval, and she placed her hand on his shoulders. They didn't talk; there was no need to. She loved the feel of his strong arms around her, after the first song they headed back to their table. As always they argued over who would pay the bill. And as always Bruce won.

They walked outside and waited for Alfred to arrive.

"How would you like to spend Christmas in Gotham?" he asked her seriously. Her heart jumped. Christmas with him "I'd love to." She replied. "We'll leave tomorrow. Is that too soon for you?" he asked. "No tomorrow's fine. That's my last day at the Daily Planet and then I get a well deserved break." She joked. Chloe wrapped her arms around his neck, "So am I to be your date for all these parties?" she asked, her voice sweet.

He smiled at her, how could she make him melt with her voice?

"Yes, you don't mind do you? Escorting me and meeting the Gotham royalty." He whispered in her ear, brushing his lips against her neck. Chloe let out a little sigh of pleasure. "No. I don't mind." "Good. The manor gets lonely." He whispered again. She blushed, "Oh" He nodded, teasing her with his lips on her neck.

A car honked and made them jump. It was only Alfred, looking very awkward in the drivers seat. Chloe and Bruce laughed heading into the car.

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