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The next day I slept in til lunch time, only to find myself over rested and in a bit of a bad mood. As a teenager, I never slept in late like everyone else; my mom would always say that I was born a middle aged woman. Or maybe I was going at life backwards.

After the little chat I had with Bruce Wayne, I was spotted by the Dean, then dragged along to meet all the sponsors of the Academy. It was probably the most boring thing I have ever done in my life. He just kept introducing me to people with either a) lots of money b) really expensive clothes or c) seriously bad breath. It was around 12:30 when I was finally released. I darted straight for the exit. I was never so happy to see my apartment.

Sundays was always the chill out day growing up. My mom and I would rent movies galore and buy food we would end up not eating. Whether a beautiful day or a rainy day, you could always find us lounging on the comfy couch staring at some movie or just chilling out on my mom's bed.

So I decided that today was going to be chill out day. It was no use in looking in my fridge or cabinet because I had never really gone grocery shopping after moving to Gotham. Lucky for me, there was a small grocery store located on the end of my block. I grabbed my keys, cell and a jacket, then went shopping for junk food. Ahh, junk food. I wasn't allowed a lot of junk food growing up, so when the chance comes I jump at it. It wasn't like I pigged out on it 7 days a week; it was a very rare occasion. And by very rare I mean, once a year. Being a dancer, junk food isn't the best thing to eat.

I had just paid for my yummies when my cell started to ring.

"Hello" I answered swiftly.

"So about this challenge…" He said.

"Bruce? How did you get my number?" I asked.

"Well Abbie, I think you are forgetting something."

"Like?"

"I'm Bruce Wayne."

"Oh, that small detail must have slipped my mind." I said pretty bitch like, but hey he was being cocky. And no one likes a cocky male, or at least I don't.

"Yeah, what are you doing for dinner?" He asked.

"Gummi worms and Billy Crystal, you?"

"What a combination. Actually, I was wondering if you would like to go out to dinner."

"With you?"

"No, with Morgan Freeman. Yes me." He said sarcastically.

"Erm… sure I guess." I replied.

"You guess?"

"I mean like is this a date or something?"

"Do you want it to be?"

"I asked you a question first, Mr. Wayne."

"Well Miss Matthews, I thought it could be." He said shyly." But only if you're okay with that."

"I'll have to see if I can pencil you in."

"Very funny."

"I thought so." I said.

"So, I'll pick you up at 7 then."

"Wait a minute."

"What?"

"Firstly, do you know where I live and secondly, is it formal or casual or formally casual?"

"Formally casual? Did you just make that up?" He asked.

"Maybe, and you're avoiding the question."

"No, and formal. Where do you live?"

"At the corner of Virginia Avenue and 5th." I said.

"See you then."

"Bye."

Well there goes my lazy day.

Sorry it was sorta short. The "date" will be in the next chapter!!