I do not own Batman or any of the DC characters. I do own the OCs. Reviews and Constructive Critique are always welcomed. Tell me what you think.
It didn't take me long to pick out something to wear, because I only had a few dresses. Dresses just weren't my thing, give me a pair of jeans and a tee shirt and I'm a happy camper. The dress was a simple black dress, nothing special but special enough. Confusing, I know. I kept my make-up and hair simple, too.
By the time I was fully ready to go, Bruce was knocking on my door.
"How did you get in? Usually people have to call up and wait for someone to buzz them in." I said answering the door.
"Good evening to you too. And like I've said before, you're forgetting something." He answered
"Sure." I said rolling my eyes.
"Ready to go?" I nodded as a yes.
We arrived at a very high end restaurant that was located inside of one of the most expensive hotels in Gotham. As I expected, we were seated immediately and I was receiving glares from most of the women. Bruce must have noticed because he sent one of those reassuring looks at me before he pulled my chair out for me.
We had finished dinner and it was becoming that awkward "what do we talk about now" ordeal. I had to say something quick or I was going to start bashing my head into the sidewalk. Then I had the best idea or the worst.
"Bruce, do you know any good dance clubs?" He smiled and I knew that this was going to be interesting.
Of course, we got it in the club; I mean who would turn down Bruce freaking Wayne. Oh no, I was beginning to think like him. When we first walked in, Bruce spotted a table near the back and led me there. I immediately took in the music and the feel of the club. It was a bit weird at first because Bruce didn't seem to want to dance, at all. So after a few songs and a drink or two, I decided to ask him if he wanted to go out on the dance floor. Either way, I was still going.
"Bruce!" I said yelling over the music.
"Bruce!" I repeated until he heard me.
"Do you want to dance?" I asked.
"Uhm… sure." He replied.
Right at that moment a remixed version of Lil' Wayne's "Lollipop" filled the club. I was surprised to see that Bruce couldn't dance at all. But he did look like he was having good a time. I looked up to see how Bruce was doing, but I didn't see him anywhere. "He must have had to go to the bathroom or something." I said to myself.
While I was dancing I noticed a guy very nonchalantly dancing his way my direction. At first I paid no attention to it, but then he started dancing all up on me. And I was by no means down with that. So, I pushed him back a little, hoping he would pick up the hint and go on his merry little way. No luck there, he just pushed up on me more. I turned around so I was facing him and told him to back off. He grabbed my wrist and began dancing again, like I had said "I liked it and to keep it up." Then out of nowhere, Bruce showed up and pushed the guy back a few feet while stepping in front of me like he was my bodyguard. Like any other guy would have done, the guy lunged his fist forward toward Bruce's head. With one swift movement, Bruce had the guy pinned to the ground with a crowd of people staring. Bruce quickly stood up and walk towards the door mean while grabbing my hand on his way.
When we got outside, I didn't know what to say, I was flabbergasted beyond belief. He kept his eyes facing the ground, like he was ashamed of what he had just done. After a few minutes of silence, I decided that I should say something.
"Bruce, thank you for kicking that guys ass for me." I said trying to make him laugh or look up for that matter.
"Your very welcome." He said looking up and flashing that million dollar smile. SCORE.
"You have got to teach me some of those moves." We both laughed.
"How about this, you teach me some dance moves and I'll teach you some 'protection' moves?" He asked.
"Sounds like a deal to me, but I'll have to check with my lawyers first." I said jokingly.
"Just have your people call my people." He replied. "It's getting late, I should probably get you home so you can be well rested for work tomorrow."
And with that he drove me to my apartment and walked me up. We parted ways with an "I had fun tonight, we should do it again." typical first date/hangout line. I was perfectly happy with that, too.
To my dismay, the next morning came way too quickly. I showered and got dressed, then grabbed my messenger bag and headed for the studio. Being a bit early, I stopped by Starbucks to pick up an apple juice, hoping the coldness would wake me up some more. When I walked in I was getting stared at by a few of their customer's, I tried to shrug it off but they just kept staring. Then I saw a tabloid sitting beside some lady's latte, which had my face on the front cover, along with Bruce's.
"Forget the apple juice!" I muttered while practically running to the studio.
I had never been faced with the problem of paparazzi or tabloids. I didn't know what to do, because part of me was embarrassed and part of me was pissed off then the other part was like "Hey, I'm on the cover of something."
When I got to the studio some of my students were already there stretching. That got my mind off of the tabloid deal, because usually I have to tell them to stretch. I knew something else was up when I saw the Dean leaning on one of the ballet rails.
"Good morning." I said.
"Miss Matthews, we need to talk about something." He responded.
Unfortunately, I knew exactly what it was about or at least I thought I did.