Her boss nagged at her as she came through the employee back door, oh how strong was the urge to just strangle his neck 'till his face turned blue. Not only did she regret leaving "the scarecrow" at her apartment, but she had to deal with the crap shitting out of her boss' ass for a mouth.

The day was slow and uneventful, taking peoples orders as well as their ignorant complaints and attitude. What was worse were the girls who kept asking if there was –

" …any fat-free butter crescent filled with crème cheese and raspberry filling drizzled in chocolate? I don't want to get fat and loose my figure, well not that I gain any weight hahahaa! But I am on a diet and I mean there's like diet soda and those 100 calorie things, even though I end up eating like 4 bags! And those things I forget the names of but they…."

"blah blah blah, jesus women stop babbling! UGHH! "

A sudden "hey!" and the girl shut it.

"Listen, this is a cafe, we have lattes, coffee and breakfast and pastries. If you don't want to get fat then you might not want to eat at places like this, get it?"

She gives a dramatic gasp. "Excuse me? well you don't have to be so rude! I am not FAT, your only jealous because YOUR the one who's fat! I think it's real sad for a fat girl to call a girl like me fat! Forget this! I'm going to get a double bacon double cheese burger with chili fries, how do you feel about that? You just lost a customer!" and out she went.

While watching her stride out the door, Cassie was curious how she managed to not throw some boiling hot coffee at this bitch's face. Still she couldn't just stand there and not comment back even if it was under her breath. " I am NOT fat, I'm normal and voluptuous with hips, an ass and breasts, which is more than what I can say for that figure of bones"

While busy fuming out more aggressive language within her mind, a tall, handsome, and sharp-looking man made his way counter.

"there's always that one person who makes your day isn't there?". Cassie looks up.

"oh! Mr. Wayne". Bruce Wayne was a regular who always seemed to brighten up Cassie's day. The small conversations with him didn't make him a customer, but like a real person. oh, and he always tipped.

"yea, people like her just really tick me off. i mean seriously...uh, sorry. caught myself before letting my self rant...again". She gave a nervous chuckle. "So, the usual? strong black?"

"haha, you got it, why don't you join me for a cup? your shift should be over soon, you can rant all you want then"

"how do you when my shift ends? you know today was my day off? hmm, careful Mr. Wayne you're starting to sound like a creeper" Said Cassie playfully as she made his coffee as well as her own cup of honey green tea.

Mr. Wayne smirked and took his cup with thanks as they walked to a table. Cassie sat on one side and he the other. "i just make it my business to know my workers a little better, by the way". He reached within his suit to pull out a golden envelope handing it in her direction.

Cassie took the crisp envelope and opened it delicately, inside was an invitation to a Private Charity Gala at Gotham's Art Museum. She couldn't' help, but relieve a gasp. She looked at the billionaire with questionable awe which he promptly answered.

"an early birthday present and thanks for your participation. Besides, i know you like the arts and there will be some famous artists present at this charity including their works."

Like any modest person, Cassie tried to gently refuse as she gave her reasons. "oh, Mr. Wayne i can't accept this. believe me you've already paid your thanks when you got my job back and fired that pushy, groping, pervert of a manager and anyone could have designed a new logo." She hastily placed her hands in defense "not! not that i wasn't grateful for the opportunity! i'm just..." she groans, embarrassed by her constant babble. "i seem to be doing that a lot today"

"Then take it as a birthday present", he said bluntly, closing his eyes and taking a swing of his coffee. "Also, don't underestimate yourself so casually. You won't get anywhere with that attitude, you have outstanding potential and don't you forget it".

she raised her cup of tea, smiling as she took his words to heart when you caught a glimpse of the television across in the top corner. Her eyes grew wide and mouth slightly agape.

it viewed the same person she had found at the park last night, the same man who she had left at her apartment. he was labeled as a Jonathan Crane and in bold capitalized white letters was...

"the scarecrow..."

Mr. Wayne raised a brow at the random mention. he noticed her looking past him and at the television behind him, so turned to take a look himself. Upon turning back he noticed Cassie had gone pale with eyes hazy as if she just realized something. He leaned forward, disguising his expression as worry with tone to match.

"Cassie, are you alright? you seem a bit pale"

She placed down her cup in quick motion causing its contents to slightly overflow. She forced herself to act calmly, though inside she wanted to bolt out the shop to her home.

Clearing her throat she apologized. " yea, i uh, i have get home-something i have to do. Um, thank you again for the invitation Mr. Wayne". a forced smile.

"you're welcome...can i give you a ride?". she was acting strange.

"no that's ok! thank you really. it's just, it's late and i should be getting home is all". nervous giggles followed by slow back steps.

Wayne's eyes hardened, she was acting really strange. "...alright...be careful out there".

"of course!", with hasty steps she was gone and not long after...

so was Mr. Wayne.