Sorry the update took so long but I've been really busy. Well here you go another chapter for you readers.
The next morning Emma went over to Wayne Manor along with some painters to discuss how she wanted some of the rooms to be painted. The painters left about noon and said they would come back sometime after Thanksgiving to get started on their work.
Once they were gone Emma got back to hers so far she had figured out what color she wanted every room in the house to be but she had yet to make plans for what most of the rooms would be. At the moment she was sketching a design for one of the rooms she was considering making a library.
She very much enjoyed working on Wayne Manor because since Bruce didn't really care what she was doing it meant she had total freedom to design on her own ideas and not have to deal with some of the crazy requests that some of her other clients had come up with. Thinking about Bruce made her think about the rather unusual phone call she had received from him last night, something she did not want to dwell to much on. It was a conundrum to say the least, why would Bruce Wayne care anything about Batman? She rationalized that he was probably worried about Charlie and that was probably why he was asking, she convinced herself it had nothing to do with the city's masked vigilante.
Her thoughts were interrupted when Bruce entered the room. "God it's quiet in here." He said.
"Shush you're in what's going to be a library." She said in a serious tone that was betrayed by her smirk.
"Oh I see, one problem though I don't have any book to put in it."
"That's what you have money for." She said with a laugh. She looked up from her sketch and noticed he was regarding her with a look of caution. In truth he was wondering why she hadn't confronted him about last night. Much to his relief she replied "I told you I trusted you, I'm not going to ask you about what happened. Would I like to know, yes, bust everyone is entitled to their secrets."
"Alright and I promise I will tell you when the time is right."
"Okay." She said with a smile. "Um, is there a reason besides that, that made you come in here."
"Oh, uh, Alfred made lunch and…"
"He always makes extra, I know. I feel bad eating your food all the time." She said heading out the door and down the hallway Bruce following her to the kitchen.
"It's not exactly like you're eating me out of house and home. Now if you started doing that I would be seriously worried about your heath."
"You and me both." She said with a laugh. "Oh speaking of food that reminds me. I'm going over to Charlie's house for Thanksgiving dinner and I figure if you wanted to come you are more than welcome."
"I usually spend the holidays with family, and I would like to come after I visit them but I will probably have to work. I'm surprised Charlie doesn't have to."
"Oh I understand, wait why would Charlie have to work?"
Bruce realized he had slipped once again, last night he and nearly called his vehicle the Tumbler in front of her and now he was hinting at the crimes committed on the last two holidays. "I mean being a cop and all crime doesn't stop right?" He said laughing it off.
"Yeah but I guess he's making time."
"I suppose I could make an appearance, I'll just work late I guess."
"Good I don't think anyone should have to spend the holidays alone." She said with a smile. The two at in silence for a moment until Alfred entered the kitchen.
"Ms. Carpenter, nice to see you again."
"Nice to see you too Alfred, but it's not like you haven't seen me in a long time."
"Yes I do believe you are here almost every dinner either that or Master Wayne had decided that one helping of food is not longer sufficient." Said the butler with a wry smile.
"Alfred if you're not doing anything for thanksgiving you can come over to Charlie's with Bruce and I."
"Charlie's?" Said Alfred confused.
"He works down at MCU he's a friend of Emma's, used to be on the Batman case."
"Ah yes, that Charlie." Said Alfred remembering Bruce mentioning him.
Emma was about to make a comment about them talking about her friends when she wasn't around when her phone rang. She looked at the caller id and noticed it said Todd on it. "Oh it's Todd I better take this." She said stepping out into the hallway.
"Hey, how is Africa?" She asked.
"Good, thanks for asking Sweetheart. So what have you been up to?"
"Oh you know this and that. I've been at Wayne Manor mostly."
"What are you doing now?"
"Eating a sandwich."
"Alright usually I have to physically pry you away from your work to get you to stop and eat and now you are tell me you are voluntarily eating a sandwich instead of working?"
"Alfred makes a good turkey sandwich and a good pot roast actually." She said with a smile.
"Alfred? Isn't that Wayne's butler, you have been spending a lot of time over there."
"Yeah, Bruce and I have actually become pretty good friends. I can't wait for you to get home."
"I'll be home as soon as I can be." He said in a soft tone however she then heard him yell to someone in the background "Well then tell Mario if he doesn't send the dough he's not gonna get the shipment."
"It's something that matter over there?" asked Emma concerned.
"Yeah just a shipment of medicine not going to be getting trough this puts us a little behind, sometimes people don't realize how important this is. Look Sweetheart I better go, I love you."
"Alright, bye, call again soon." She said as he hung up the phone. She then went back into the kitchen but as she was walking there she remembered something very important, which caused her to panic. "I forgot to book the church!" She said rushing into the kitchen.
"Uh…" Said Bruce not really sure what exactly one was suppose to say to a friend who was flipping out about something like this.
"I need a phone book." She said pulling out her phone.
"I'll just go get one then." Said Bruce looking for Alfred because he had not idea where the phone book was. Once he eventually found the butler and the phone book he went back to the kitchen to find that Emma was already on the phone with the church looking rather stressed out.
"No you don't understand, I have to get married earlier then the 16th because I leave on a trip to South America and I can't do it any earlier then the 12th because my fiancé is in Africa helping give out malaria vaccines!" He watched as she began to pace while she listened to whatever the event planner had to say. "I don't care if it's a day of rest, God will understand, oh no, no don't you put me on hold, no…God damn it!" She said glaring at the phone.
"Give me the phone." Said Bruce rolling his eyes. Once she handed over the phone he picked it up and said "If anyone is listening to this line this is Bruce Wayne, Ms. Carpenter is a friend of mine…oh hello, no it's alright I wasn't on hold long."
Emma couldn't help but roll her eyes of course Bruce Wayne would have this sort of privilege. She listened as he talked to the event planner. "Yes, no I understand, oh you will talk to them about having the funeral moved to the 16th. Oh your assistant called them already and they don't mind. Okay great, yes I'll tell them it's on the 15th. It's for a Miss Emma Carpenter and Mr. Todd…" He said looking over at Emma.
"Gellerman." Said Emma.
"Todd Gellerman, yes alright I'll have her call you if she has any question. Yes, have a nice day." He said hanging up the phone and handing it back to her. "Crisis avoided, you can stop hyperventilating now." He said hands resting on her shoulders as he looked her straight in the eyes noticing she had calmed down immensely.
"I can't believe you got her to budge that woman wouldn't even cave slightly for me. I hate the fact you can just get what you want all the time."
"Not all the time." He said his expression unreadable.
"I suppose now that I owe you for saving me wedding the least I can do is offer you an invite."
"Do you need me to call anyone else, the florist, the hotel for the reception, you could always hire me as your wedding planner, and I can't say I've ever done that before. It would be something to add to my list of things I've done." He said in a joking tone, trying very hard to keep a straight place and failing miserably. Emma let out a laugh setting her cell phone down on the table.
"With how easy it is for you to get good customer service I just might take you up on that." She said with a smirk. Her phone then rang again and when she tried to answer it Bruce beat her too it.
He assumed it was Charlie or someone else that he probably knew because of Emma. "Emma's phone this is Bruce Wayne wedding planner extraordinaire may I ask who is calling?" He said in a very secretary like tone, using one arm to hold Emma back as she attempted to grab the phone back from him.
"Bruce! Hey give it back!" she said not realizing how strong Bruce was until now.
"That's a bloody riot Charlie, now tell Em she needs to come down to the airport and pick me up!" Said very irate sounding British woman on the other end of the line. She had obviously mistaken him for Emma's friend Charlie.
"I wasn't joking." He said in a normal tone of voice. "But I will be sure to tell her, better yet you can tell her." He said handing Emma the phone. She took it and then punched him on the shoulder.
"Jerk."
"Hey that actually hurt." He said rubbing his arm surprised at how well Emma could throw a punch. Then again her best friend was a guy so she probably learned a thing or to. She just rolled her eyes and said into the phone. "I'm sorry whoever this is, Bruce was just joking, he's not my wedding planner."
"Who the hell is Bruce?! Em I just had a long flight didn't Todd tell you I was coming?" Said the woman still sounding irate.
"Oh my god Misty what are you doing here!" Said Emma excitedly. "I thought you weren't coming till Christmas?"
"Yeah but I got a earlier flight thought I would surprise you and that you would be lonely apparently someone's been keeping you company though." She said in a teasing manner. "Speaking of that where the hell are you, I tired your apartment but you didn't pick up."
"I'm at a friend's house. Do you need me to pick you up from the airport?"
"No I plan on taking a TARDIS to your house." Said Misty sarcastically (A/N a tardis is the spaceship The Doctor a character in the British sci-fi show Doctor Who uses to travel.)
"Alright but it will have to be after work…"
"No go ahead and go." Said Bruce who had been standing there the whole time she had been talking on the phone.
"Actually I can pick you up now." Said Emma. "Alright I'll see you in a bit." She said hanging up the phone and then rounding on Bruce. "Are you crazy what if that had been a former client not one of my best friends?"
"How many clients call you at odd hours like this?"
"Besides you, no one." She Emma with a laugh.
"Hey do you want me to drive you to the airport. I have to go into work today so I was planning on leaving soon anyway." Said Bruce.
"Yeah, sure if you don't mind driving all the way to the airport and then drop Misty and I off at my apartment."
"It gives me a good excuse to miss that meeting today. I'll show up for the last five minutes and then I can go back to the manor. If anyone asked you, you were having car trouble. I mean how am I supposed to say no to a damsel in distress? He said with a smirk.
"Yes because I'm so helpless and can't do anything myself." Said Emma with a laugh before heading out of the kitchen to the garage.
"I agree with you. Does Todd know how well you can punch? Because if he doesn't I think I need to warn him not to cross you." Said Bruce following her.
"Oh quit being a baby it wasn't that bad." Said Emma rolling her eyes.
"Tell that to my shoulder." Said Bruce once they were in the garage.
They took the Royce because it had better trunk space and could sit three people. When they arrived at the airport Misty was already standing over near the curb where people picked up or dropped off people.
"If I realized interior designers made this much I would have gone to school with you." Said Misty looking at the car and bringing her bags over to the trunk. She handed them to Bruce who had gotten out of the drivers seat to help put the bags in the trunk. Misty must not have recognized him because she didn't say anything to him.
"It's not my car it's Bruce's." Said Emma pointing at Bruce who had just closed the trunk.
"Yeah you still never answered that who the bloody hell is this Bruce guy?"
"Hi, Bruce Wayne." He said from behind her extended a hand when she turned around.
"Jesus, Mary and Joseph! You really are aren't you?" Said Misty looking slightly embarrassed and also very shocked.
"Yeah, Misty he is. Now we should probably go before someone else comes to that conclusion." Said Emma getting into the car along with Bruce. Misty soon joined then and once they were driving Misty hit Emma on the arm.
"Hey what was that for!" Said Emma rubbing her arm.
"See it's not fun is it." Said Bruce with a smirk.
"Oh shut up you deserved it and you know it." Said Emma. "Now you know not to answer my phone."
"You hit me where I already had a bruise!" Said Bruce finally realizing why it had hurt so much.
"I'm sorry but I don't see how you had one in the first place, you haven't done anything dangerous except for almost crashing a Lamborghini!"
" I got it playing polo." He said defensively.
"Polo? Since when do you play polo?"
"Emma, I got it playing polo alright end of story." He said in a serious tone.
"Oh my god will you two stop fighting like a bloody married couple so I can get some sleep on the car right back to Em's apartment."
"Okay I get it 'polo'." Said Emma realizing it had something to do with whatever secret Bruce was keeping. Everyone in car was silent the rest of the way to Emma's apartment. It wasn't until Bruce drove away that Emma realized she left her car at Wayne Manor.
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