When I woke up the next morning, I was still in the bed in the guest room. This whole thing was definitely not a dream.

I got up and looked in the mirror. Yeesh. I was NOT going to let Bruce see me like this. I quickly changed into some clothes and tossed my straight hair up into a ponytail. Then I went downstairs for breakfast. Alfred was getting a tray ready to take to Bruce. I guessed that he was about to find the Batcave. Sure enough, after I finished eating, I watched from the bedroom window as he walked down the steps and over to the well. Soon, he was lowering himself down out of my vision.

I smiled to myself as I pictured him standing in the middle of the swarm of bats, confronting his fear and realizing the symbol he needed to become for the city.

It was moments later when I was just in the room, minding my own business, when a huge bat came flying into the room. I was more surprised than scared, but let's be honest, bats are quite frightening, especially when they're flying around like that one was. I let out a scream and the next thing I knew, Bruce ran into the room and tried to catch the bat. He finally succeeded and took the flying mammal outside.

I mentally slapped myself and could feel my face get hot when he came back in. "Sorry," I mumbled. "I didn't mean to make such a big deal out of that."

"Bats are scary. Believe me, I know. I don't blame you in any way," he said smoothly.

My face got even hotter. "Even still, let me make it up to you. How about I make dinner tonight?"

"That's really not necessary."

"No, it's the least I can do after you let me stay in your home and then I freak out about a tiny bat."

"If you insist. I look forward to it."

He sent me another trademark smile. I seriously needed to get over all this if I was to keep living here. Maybe I could eventually just get used to it. Oh, who was I kidding? I would never get over it!

"Alfred," I said as I stepped into the kitchen. "You are relieved of your kitchen duties tonight. I will be making dinner for us."

"I can't ask you to do that," he said politely.

I smiled. I always knew Alfred was too polite for his own good. "You're not asking, I'm telling you. Consider it my payment for staying here and making a big deal out of nothing. Before you protest, let me just say that I am a woman, and I will have a comeback for everything you say. So you may as well just relent and let me cook."

He gave me a kind smile and showed me where everything I would need was placed. As soon as he left, I got cooking.

I decided to make a casserole my father used to make for me when I was little. There was really no name for it, so we always just called it "Dad's Casserole." It contained macaroni and cheese, diced onions and peppers, hamburger meat, corn, and then all of it was coated in cream of mushroom sauce.

While I waited for it to bake in the oven, I went on my phone and looked up job listings. If I was going to stay here, I could at least pay rent. I knew Bruce was a billionaire of course, but even still, it felt wrong for me to stay here for free.

I left my phone open on the counter and went to check on the dish.

"Smells good," I heard Bruce say suddenly, which admittedly made me jump a little. "Sorry," he laughed. Oh, he had such a beautiful laugh… "I didn't mean to scare you."

"Just surprised, not scared," I answered with a suave smile. "And thanks. It's an old recipe my dad and I used to make."

I looked over and saw him snooping on the page I had left open on my phone. "Looking at jobs?" he asked.

"Well, I decided that as long as you are going to let me stay here, I need to pay a little something. It feels wrong to stay here without giving you anything in return."

"I'm a billionaire. I don't think I need you to pay me."

"Yeah, I know. But even still, I need to give you something. I need to find a good job while I'm here anyway." After all, I had no idea how long I was staying in this world. For just the movie? For the whole trilogy? If that was the case, I was going to be here a LONG time…Not that I was complaining…

"Well, I'm going to Wayne Enterprises tomorrow to announce my return to my fellow co-workers. If you'd like, I'm pretty sure I could get you a job there."

"You would do that?"

"Of course. Getting a good job in Gotham can be pretty difficult, especially if you haven't lived here for a while. You could use a little help."

"Thank you so much, Mr. Wayne."

"If I'm going to call you Kris, you have to call me Bruce."

I laughed. "Yes, sir."

Within the next hour, my casserole had finished. I made the two men sit at the ridiculously large table Bruce had in his dining room and served up the dish for the three of us.

"I can't remember the last time I actually sat down for a home-cooked meal," Bruce remarked.

I had to admit that I was really nervous about serving the both of them. If they didn't like what I made, I would be utterly humiliated. My doubts were extinguished when they took their first bite. Their faces transformed into ones of pure pleasure, which put me on Cloud 9.

"Kris, this is incredible. Where did you learn this?" Bruce asked me.

"My dad made this for us all the time. In fact, we called it 'Dad's Casserole'. It was a life-saver in college because it's really easy to make and it lasts for days."

"Well, I have to say, you're a great cook. I think I speak for both of us when I say that you have exceeded our expectations."

"Why thank you!"

Okay, well at least I was on their good side. Now I just had to stay there.

The next morning, I dressed in some professional clothes. I really had to go shopping soon. It just felt weird to keep wearing clothes Bruce owned.

Bruce led me to his garage and we got into his silver Lamborghini. I was sitting in Bruce's actual Lamborghini. I seemed unable to find words, so Bruce did most of the talking on the way to Wayne Enterprises.

The building was even more gigantic in person. We walked in and went up to the conference room.

"Good morning," Bruce said as he walked up to the receptionist's desk. "I'm here to see Mr. Earle."

"Name?" the woman (I remembered her name was Jessica) asked without looking up.

"Uh, Bruce Wayne."

I smiled to myself as Jessica looked up in astonishment at the sound of the allegedly dead man's name.

And thus began Bruce revealing himself as a total playboy. A façade, I knew, but if I didn't know why he acted like that, I really would've thought he was just a jerk who flirted with every woman he came in contact with.

He wrapped himself around Jessica and helped her hit a golf ball on the floor. A golf ball? Bruce Wayne was just very strange to me.

"Why is no one answering the phone?" Mr. Earle said as he opened the doors.

Jessica frantically turned around, blushing at having been caught in Bruce's embrace.

"It's Wayne Enterprises, Mr. Earle," Bruce said with a smile. "I'm sure they'll call back."

"Bruce? You're supposed to be dead."

"Sorry to disappoint."

I smiled to myself again. I always loved that line.

Mr. Earle, Bruce, and I all went to Mr. Earle's office. I was curious to know where I would end up working, if I got a job here that is. Bruce was powerful, but even he had limits. Guess I would find out.

"I'm sure you realize I can't stop the big machine," Mr. Earle said as he poured the three of us some champagne glasses. "Too many wheels turning. We're going public."

"I understand," Bruce answered. "And I'll be handsomely rewarded for my shares. I'm not looking to interfere. Kris and I are looking for a job."

"Oh?"

"I just want to get to know the company that my family built. And Kris insisted on finding a job, so I figured what better place than here?"

"Any ideas where either of you would start?"

"Applied Sciences caught my eye."

"Fox's department. I'll let him know you're both coming." He looked over at Bruce. "You look like him. Your dad. You're the only one left of the Wayne family. This is where you belong. Welcome home."

Bruce smiled as we each took sips from our glasses. Then he led me down below Wayne Enterprises to where Mr. Lucius Fox practically lived.

I internally began to fangirl once again. I mean, I was meeting none other than Lucius Fox!

"When Earle called me and said Bruce Wayne was coming down here to see me, I couldn't believe my ears. And yet here you are." The man came over to us and shook both of our hands. "And you are?" he asked me.

"Kristina Jacobson, but I go by Kris."

"Nice to meet you, Miss Jacobson. I was told you were both looking for jobs."

"Kris is," Bruce answered. "I have some other matters I wanted to talk to you about."

"Well, let me think. Actually, I am in need of a personal assistant. As you can imagine, I can get pretty busy down here what with all the tools and paperwork, and running back and forth really eats up a lot of time. Would you be interested in working for me?"

My mouth slightly dropped open. Lucius Fox wanted me to be his personal assistant? The fangirl inside of me reared its head once more. But I managed to remain professional. "I can't think of anything else I'd like more."

"In that case, I'll see you tomorrow morning, and we'll get right to business."

"I can't thank you enough, Mr. Fox! Trust me, I will make this worth your while!"

Bruce smiled at me. "Could you give the two of us a few minutes to talk? I won't be long. You could go up and meet some of your co-workers if you'd like."

I knew exactly why he was trying to kick me out. Lucius was going to show him a bunch of equipment that he would later use as part of his Batman persona. If I saw him "borrowing" them all, I could easily connect the dots on who he was. "Of course. Thank you again, Mr. Fox!"

"I look forward to working with you, Miss Jacobson!"