The plane landed smoothly onto the black path. They got out and Chloe breathed in the fresh air. Bruce smiled at her, and at his city. I didn't think I'd miss it this much.

Alfred and the pilots carried the luggage into the car that was ready for them. They hopped in and Alfred drove to the mansion. "There's the orphanage." He pointed out the sights and landmarks as they drove. Chloe noted a dark gloomy building sitting on a hill behind the city she shivered. It had long towers and a gate to let people out. "What's that?" she asked. Bruce looked at the building blue eyes serious, "That's Arkham Asylum."

"Oh" was all she could say.

Alfred pulled up to a gate; a small plaque said Wayne Manor in neat letters. The gate opened with a push of a button and closed behind them. He pulled up to a circular driveway and stopped in front of a huge house. She let herself out and stared at the mansion.

It was huge, window after window of rooms and studies shone brightly.

The front doors were oak and had glass designs embedded into it. "Oh wow," she breathed out. The grounds of the manor were green and she could see the different wings that were in the house. "Wait till you see the inside" Bruce said coming up behind her and wrapping his arm around her waist. She softened at his touch and let herself be guided into the house. Bruce opened the doors and threw them open, Chloe gasped.

She walked into the huge room. It led off to different halls and had 2 staircases that led off to other parts of the estate. The floor was marble; it had a fireplace in the front room and a big rug that had a hunting scene in front of it. She guessed that this room was sort of like a lobby in the big fancy hotels. Bruce grabbed her hand and pulled her into the left doorway, it led to the kitchen beyond that were French doors that led to the gardens.

She was led to room after room. The left stairs led to the West wing, the right to the East wing where Chloe would have her room next to Bruce's. Alfred slept on the first floor next to the kitchen. Bruce led her to his office where he could be found most of the time. On the way out to the gardens she saw a beautiful grandfather clock inside his office. He passed by it without telling her anything.

It turned out Bruce owned several acres of land. Beneath his home he said he had a series of caverns that he had fallen into as a child. The gardens were lush with hundreds of trees, flowers and many fountains. Once the tour was done, they walked into the dining room to eat. Although it was fancy the house to her seemed a little cold, as if it was too big to be lived in by only 2 people. The dining room felt the same, too big and cold for just them.

"Do you really eat here?" she asked.

Bruce grinned, "No I haven't used this room in over 4 years. I usually eat in the kitchen its warm and cozy."

So they decided to eat in the kitchen, he was right the kitchen seemed to be the room most used. After a light dinner, they watched TV in the smallest living room. The fire was warm and she snuggled against Bruce's chest.

For the first time in what seemed like forever, Bruce felt that his home was complete. Maybe that was what the huge manor needed… a family. He smiled at this; he'd love to have a family with Chloe but for now he pushed the thought away. Chloe felt her eyelids close with sleep, and after a while Bruce shook her awake gently.

"You should get some sleep." He said. She smiled and yawned, "That's a good idea" They walked upstairs and he showed her, her room. "Mine is right next door if you need anything. Tomorrow I'm heading into town for some business I'll be back by lunchtime; you have the whole morning to yourself. Alfred can take you to shop downtown or wherever you want." He told her. "Ok. I'll see you tomorrow then" she said. He nodded and kissed her. Chloe walked into her room and closed the door. She didn't bother to look around, but shed her clothes to only her panties and a tank top then she crawled into bed.

The bed was warm and she sank into its feathery mattress. And gently she was carried off to sleep.

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Bruce didn't go to bed that night, instead he sneaked down to his office. And turned the hands of the grandfather clock to 10:47 pm the time his parents had been murdered.

Careful to not make a sound, he walked down the cold steps and into the Batcave. Alfred was already there waiting with his costume in one hand.

He seemed to be frowning at him. Bruce grabbed his costume and started to change. "You know Master Bruce you might want to be careful with…this, after all we do have a guest in the house." He said to him. Bruce slipped on his mask and turned to Alfred, "Like that has ever stopped me before," he said. Alfred half smiled, "No your right it hasn't stopped you before but I was hoping this time Miss Chloe would convince you other wise."

Bruce heard what Alfred was trying to say without being to forward. He thought that Chloe would change him. Bruce felt a stab at his heart, Chloe had changed him but could he really afford that change as Batman?

He looked at Alfred and knew he was asking the question that had bothered him since he had gone on the lunch date with Chloe. Who would he choose Chloe or Batman? He shrugged it off and left to patrol Gotham; although he could feel Alfred's eyes bore into his back.

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There you go the conflict begins.

Anyways I have an announcement to make, as some of you have found out the anonymous reviews have been disabled. Yes this is very bad the only reason I did this was because zanziria was leaving me really annoying not to mention repetitive reviews. You can thank her/him for disabling the anonymous reviews. I do not know when I will enable it again. But for know all you faithful fans can just read my stories that's enough for me. Maybe next chapter I'll enable the reviews.

And personal note to zanziria I enjoy reviews I really do but not yours you posted the same review over and over. Once would have been fine.

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