Just to forewarn, I have written this chapter three times and this was almost a month ago that these were written. Im so sorry to inform that i chose the first version and didn't post earlier. I've been feeling better about myself, these past few weeks have been rough. Happily I hope to get back into the swing of things. Lastly, I hope you all had a great Christmas. Hopefully there will be more and more to come.. Enjoy.

Harleen opened the bathroom door wearing a wine red dress with a big slit down the back, the neck showing an immense amount of cleavage. The fabric clung to her skin defining every curve.

"I look fat, don't I?" She whined turning her body to the side sliding a hand down her flat stomach.

"What?" Bruce sat on the bed thoughtlessly fixing his tie. "You look great."

She sighed and turned back to the mirror. "I think I'm gonna go on a diet."

"Why?"

Harleen rolled her eyes in the mirror.

"Ready?" He asked checking his watch.

"No! I need a new dress." She pouted.

Bruce stood behind her snaking one hand around her waist and one hand resting on her chin. "You look beautiful." He stared at her in the mirror before kissing her cheek.

Harleen turned and rested her arms around his neck. "Thank you Bruce Wayne." He pulled her close into a passionate but gentle kiss. That was the thing about Bruce Wayne, he was gentle.

Some of her lipstick smudged on his lip but she didn't bother telling him, just so everyone knew he was hers. "Let's go." She winked at him before grabbing her purse and sliding on her heels.

"Are you sure about this place?"

"Yes." Bruce said. "It's very nice."

"But.. Doesn't it look a little.. Pricey?" Harleen looked around the entrance. There was two ponds on each side of the entrance hall. The ponds had Multiple different types of Koi with vines covering the walls dipping into the koi ponds.

"Price doesn't matter, my darling."

The table was in the very back of the restaurant i held eight seats. Bruce and Harleen sat sinking into the memory foam seat cushions. A man quickly walked over placing two napkins above the golden plates.

"Good evening Mr. and Mrs. Wayne," he shook both their hands before placing two smaller plates on top of the gold ones. "What would you like to drink?"

"Champagne, Please." Harleen chimed.

"And you sir?" He asked carefully.

"I'll just have water." He smiled at the man before he ran off.

"I thought we said no alcohol." He turned to Harleen.

"You're the one talking and doing business, what am I supposed to do, sit here?" She turned away when she heard heels clicking down the hall.

"Bruce!"

"Lucius!" They shook hands over the table.

"Long time no see." He said sitting down across him.

Bruce forced a chuckle "You're quite the joker." He dipped his head in Harleen's direction and Lucius immediately got the hint. "You know me." He laughed.

"This is Tonya, my wife."

"Harleen, my girlfriend." Bruce said resting a hand on her thigh. Harleen shook hands with them "Nice to meet you."

The waiter came back setting down the champagne and waiter and proceeding to ask the Fox's what they would like to drink.

"Excuse me." Harleen said picking up her purse and heading towards the vacant balcony she'd been eyeing since they got there.

She stepped outside, the cold air consuming her entire body sending shivers down her spine. she took a deep breath relishing in the chilly November breeze.

Her peace was soon interrupted by a rich voice, she smiled gently when it met her ears. "Are you okay?"

She turned around lacing her fingers between Bruce's. "It's beautiful." Harleen said glancing up at the moon. She leant into him closing her eyes.

"C'mon Harleen, it's chilly out here." She took one more look at Gotham before heading back to the now full table.

Harleen watched as their guests made small talk, their conversations strictly about business.

After a long hour of what felt like torture, Bruce asked for the bill. The waitress came back with a black leather folder grabbing a few dirty plates. Harleen looked over Bruce's shoulder at the bill shuddering at the bill for only six. They all offered to split the bill but Bruce insisted on paying.

He slid a blue credit card into the folder and sent it away with the manager himself. He came back holding the card, handing it to Bruce, wishing him a farewell.

That was before the air filled with gunfire.