Disclaimer: Why do I bother with this? I wish I owned this, but I don't. If I did... I'd be rich.
Danny twirled in front of the full length mirror in her bedroom. The dress was breath taking. It was a floor-length, black, strapless evening gown. It was covered in sequins. Alfred has marvelous taste. She thought. She patiently did her makeup. Alfred had thought of everything. When she was finished, she took another turn in front of the mirror. It had been years since she'd felt this pretty.
She made her way downstairs. Bruce met her at the bottom of the stairway. He was wearing a tux that made him seem even more attractive than usual. His face lit up when he saw her. He held out his hand, and Danny accepted it. He slipped a simple, diamond tennis bracelet onto her slender wrist and held out a black velvet box.
"Bruce, you've done so much already, you don't need to…"
"Nonsense... Diamonds are a girl's best friend, and if you don't accept the gift then I will be offended." Bruce replied playfully.
Danny blushed as she took the box. It had been a while between compliments. She opened the box and found a stunning necklace and matching earrings. Bruce put the necklace on her. And Danny fiddled with the earrings. Alfred appeared in the doorway. "The car is ready, Master Bruce."
"Thank you, Alfred. Are you ready, Danny?"
"I'm game if you are."
Jackson straightened his bowtie. He hated wearing tuxes. Such a damn nuisance. He thought to himself. But the hotel was having a party. All of the hotel residents were invited, along with the wealthy of Gotham city. As unlikely as it was, Jackson was hoping to find someone who knew Danny and her children, or at least knew what happened to them.
As far as he knew, Jonathan had no idea that his twin was alive, much less back in Gotham. The party was being broadcast on one of the local stations. Jackson watched as Gotham's rich and famous showed up in all of their so-called splendor. His breath caught in his chest and he turned up the volume to hear the announcer.
"Gotham City's billionaire-playboy, Bruce Wayne has arrived. He is accompanied by a lovely looking, young woman."
Relief washed over Jackson. The woman was Danny. But what was she doing at the hotel? And why the hell was she with someone like Bruce Wayne! Jackson grabbed his jacket and walked out of his room. He was on the elevator before he realized that his room key was lying uselessly on his dresser.
Ok, so it wasn't a long chapter, but it was necessary transition.