A/N: Hi guys, thanks for the reviews and the positive feedback. Here is the next chapter for you guys. It's a bit shorter but I promise to make it up to you. ;)

The day was going fairly slowly. I finished my last appointment and realised I still had an hour of clinic duty that I needed to fill in. I figured since I was not busy at the time I would head down to finish them early. As I made it down to the nurse's station I was pounced on by Maria.

"Chantel I am so glad you're here, we have a V.I.P in clinic room seven and I really need you to attend to him, I don't want to keep him waiting." She shoved the file in my hands and then bustled off in the other direction before I could even put a word in. I read the file as I made my way to clinic room seven. I groaned aloud when I saw the name of the patient 'Bruce Wayne.' Brilliant, I thought to myself. I am being given the absolute honour of being able to serve the great Billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne.

I finally made my way to the clinic room; I took a deep breath as I opened the door and entered the room.

"Good Morning Mr. Wayne, I'm Dr. Darling." He was talking to an elderly gentleman, and when I spoke he looked over to me and gave me an award winning smile.

"Yes you are," he said slyly with a smirk plastered on his face, I inwardly groaned. Sometimes I really hated my name as it opened an endless void of really pathetic pick up lines. I resisted the urge to retort, since Maria would definitely have my head on a silver platter. So I ignored his flirtation and stuck to the protocol.

"Mr. Wayne-"

"Bruce, please call me Bruce," he practically purred. I chose to ignore his advances once again, this man was incredible.

"Now Mr. Wayne, it says here that you are experiencing, discomfort when breathing, and also you have a pain in your chest when moving, correct." I said in the most professional voice I could muster at the time. He flashed me his dazzling smile once again.

"That would be correct Darling." He practically purred out my last name, in a rather irritating fashion.

"There should be a Dr. In there somewhere, Mr. Wayne. Now I am going to require you to remove your shirt." He smirked rather egotistically; I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Which I can tell you at that particular time was very difficult.

"Anything for you. Now I believe that I asked you to call me Bruce." He said as he unbuttoned his shirt.

"I believe in keeping relationships with patients strictly professional, since by the time you are on a first name basis, you don't really want to be." I told him, he was looking at me intensely, as if he was trying to read me.

"I suppose in your line of work, you wouldn't want to get to know your patients too well." He still had that God damn smirk on his face I was rather inclined to slap off. But I held my composure for the sake of my job.

"I need you to take a deep breath in and out, it will be a little cold," I said as I placed my stethoscope on his back. As he did, I realised that his chest arms and back were covered in bruises and sewn up cuts. I could tell that whoever sewed these up was not a doctor as some of the stitches were uneven. They looked almost like knife wounds. Now why would Bruce Wayne, Prince of Gotham have knife wounds?

"I've had a few spelunking and base jumping accidents." I knew he was lying from the nature of his injuries, but I didn't say anything.

There was no blockage or infection in his lungs since his breaths were fairly even. "It's not an infection. I'm going to put pressure on different areas of your chest and I need you to tell me when you feel pain." He leant over and whispered in my ear, I could feel his hot breath on my neck causing goose bumps to appear on my skin.

"I think I can handle that Dr. Darling." I involuntarily shivered slightly but he didn't seem to notice.

I started my test and when I applied pressure to his right pectoral he flinched.

"That's definitely where it hurts." He said with a light chuckle.

"Could you please lift up your right arm and stretch it back, Mr. Wayne." He complied and was only able stretch it back slightly before he had to recoil due to the pain.

"Alright, Mr. Wayne it seems that you have strained a muscle quite severely in your chest near your lung area, which would explain your discomfort in breathing and moving, there is also some light swelling around the area, I would suggest that you do no strenuous exercise for the next, say, two weeks or so. I can prescribe you with some anti-inflammatorys to assist with the swelling and remove some of the discomfort. I also suggest icing it for fifteen minute intervals and any muscle relief creams and lotions, such as voltaren. And I do mean it about the no over-exerting yourself Mr. Wayne. Do you think you could keep an eye on him for me sir?" I said to the elderly gentlemen that had accompanied Mr. Wayne.

"I don't think the end of the world could stop him, Miss," he said with an English accent and a light smirk on his face. So Bruce Wayne was not capable of withholding his base-jumping and spelunking for the sake of his health. What in the world is he trying to prove?

"Yes, well, here is your prescription." I handed him the small slip of paper. "You can pick that up at the chemist in the hospital. It's been a pleasure Mr. Wayne but let's hope we don't have to meet like this again, good day." I spun around and went to make my way out of the room only to be stopped by none other than Bruce Wayne.

"Wait, I never got a chance to thank you," he said as he made his way to where I was standing.

"You don't need to thank me; I was just doing my job, now if you'll excuse me-"

"There must be something I can do," he said flirtatiously, waggling his eyebrows.

"No there isn't, I have work Mr. Wayne, which I need to get back to so please excuse me." He stood between me and the door out of the room now, not moving an inch at my words.

"At least tell me your first name." I sighed; maybe if I did he would let me out.

"My name is Chantel. Mr. Wayne, please move I am a busy woman." He still didn't move and inch, this man was incorrigible.

"Well Chantel, I am sure I can think of something to repay you for saving my life." He finally moved away from the door giving me space to exit.

"I didn't save your life Mr. Wayne," I said as I strode out of the room and finally away from that infuriating billionaire playboy.

'He is extremely attractive though.'

Bruce POV.

After the trip to that hospital that Alfred said was essential when I started to have trouble with my breathing, I headed down to the cave under the south east corner of the newly rebuilt Wayne Manor with Alfred close on my tail. I couldn't get that doctor Chantel Darling off of my mind.

"Alfred can you pull up the file on Chantel Darling," I said to my ever faithful butler. I don't know why but this young doctor really struck up my interest.

"Why the sudden interest with her, Master Wayne," Alfred said with a light smirk on his face. I smirked back.

"I just want to make sure that they only employ the best at Gotham General." It was partly true, though she did intrigue me. Alfred typed her name into the system and several files with her name and picture appeared on the screen. Her deep blue eyes were now staring back at me. In the picture her long, brown, wavy hair was out freely and tumbled over her shoulders. 'She is very beautiful,' I thought to myself. Alfred began shuffling through the files.

"Let's see, Chantel Annabelle Darling, born on February 5th 1983 to Katelyn Moira Darling and Henry Robert Burkes. She lived in the narrows as a child and has one sister who is four years older than her, Lillian Angela Darling." A picture of a young girl, probably fifteen years of years of age with dark blonde hair and Chantel's eyes, appeared on the screen. "Oh my, it seems that Miss Lillian passed away in 1995 to an AIDS related illness, Miss Chantel would have been twelve." Her sister died from AIDS.

"Does it say how she contracted HIV, Alfred?" Living in the narrows, who knows what could have happened to that girl.

"No Master Wayne, it just says that it was contracted when she was eight years old, poor girl." Alfred was right; I wonder what happened to Lillian.

"What else does it say about the good doctor Alfred?" I said wanting to move on from this rather depressing aspect of Chantel's past.

"Well, she graduated from Gotham City High school when she was sixteen and Gotham University when she was twenty-two and finished her traineeship at Gotham City General when she was twenty-three. She was then appointed the assistant head of Paediatrics six months ago. She must have a worked very hard. It's not often that you see a woman as young as her the co-head of a ward at a hospital as big as Gotham General." She was very successful for her age; there wasn't a single thing on her file against her name. She was also very intolerant of my billionaire, playboy façade, it was actually rather refreshing.

For a few moments I just stared at the picture of Chantel on the screen. The only noise was the soft screeching of the bats above me and the sound of rushing water as it tumbled down the dark walls of the cave that Alfred had affectionately named the Bat cave.

"Penny for your thoughts, Master Wayne," Alfred said stirring me out of my trance.

"I think that against Miss Darlings wishes, we should send her a few things to thank her for her trouble."

"What exactly did you have in mind for her, sir." I smirked knowing exactly what I was going to do.

A/N:

Thanks for reading. This was my first time doing something in Bruce's point of view so let me know what I did right and wrong and if you have any suggestions on improving that. Thanks for reading and remember to review.

-BWM

p.s. teehee, the initials of my pen name is an anagram for BMW….