"I am a moron; I can't believe that I even agreed to go through with this. This is ludicrous, insane, unthinkable." I ranted as I paced back and forth through my apartment. I had my date with Wayne in three hours. Heidi was here to help me get ready; well she wanted me to look like a hoe so Wayne would clean the bats out of my plumbing, as she so delicately put it.

"And yet you agreed to go out on a date with him. Sweetheart, how bad could it possibly be," Heidi said in a failed attempt to calm me down.

"It could be disastrous."

"I think you are being over dramatic. Listen; here is what you are going to do. You are going to go and have a nice dinner with Bruce Wayne, polite chit chat and so. Then when he drops you off you offer for him to come in for coffee and then see where things go from there." Invite him in for coffee, was this woman as mentally disturbed as Wayne.

"I will not allow him to set one foot inside my home except when he comes to pick me up."

"Oh and heavens forbid you actually try to enjoy yourself, loosen up a little, we all know that you need it. Let your hair down, have a bit of fun." Have fun my arse.

"How could I possibly enjoy myself when it is almost impossible to sit in a room with him and his gigantic ego? I'll be lucky if I survive the night without killing myself," I said as I flopped face first onto the couch. This was going to be the worst date of my life. Why couldn't I have just said that I would live with the flowers? He would have eventually gotten bored and moved on with his life, and allowed me to move on with mine.

"Sweetheart, do you remember what Lily said to you when you guys were younger. You prattle on about it all the time."

Flashback.

Myself at five years old was lying in my bed in mine and Lily's room. She was over checking the locks on the windows before she climbed into her bed across from me. The room was small. The paint on the walls was faded and peeling, the carpet was old and stained. The sounds of people yelling and gunshots could be heard from outside. My sisters' blonde hair was in a braid that flopped over her shoulder when she lay down on the bed.

"Where's mummy," I said. My sister just smiled comfortably at me.

"She has to work tonight, she said that she would be home at eleven though." I was scared and I wanted my mother.

"But I want her to be home now." I whined.

"I know but Mum has to work so that we can have a house and food and clothes, but one day things are going to get better." Lily could always make someone feel better, no matter how sad she was.

"Really," I said suddenly excited at the prospect of a better home.

"Of course, one day I'm going to be a doctor. And when I become a doctor I am going to help lots of people. And I'm gonna buy us a huge mansion, for you, me and mum to live in."

"I'm going to be a doctor too; we can work at the hospital together." This was always our dream to work together as doctors.

"Yeah then we can both be Dr. Darling, so some people might get confused and be like, which Dr. Darling." We both giggled. I really treasured these memories that I had with my sister.

"And we are both going to get married to really handsome men."

"But who would want to marry me, I'm not special." My sister suddenly snatched up my hand from the bed and started staring at my palm.

"Hmmm, let's see, yes you are definitely going to get married. Your husband will be a prince."

"A prince," I gasped amazed at her being able to tell this from my hand.

"Yes, a prince. And he is going to be very handsome and have brown eyes. Oh, and his name will start with B."

End flash back

"Come on Heidi, Lily and I were kids, she was just trying to convince me that I will marry someone one day, it's pure coincidence." There is no way my sister really read my palm and it magically spewed out all of the information, and it was true.

"Well he has brown eyes, is known as the prince of Gotham oh, and his name starts with B. I think it's a sign. You two are obviously meant to be." This was absolutely ridiculous. We were only kids having some fun.

"Right well I need to get ready for my date from hell. Don't you have cars to fix or something?" Heidi just smirked at me as she picked up her bag and headed for the door.

"Ten bucks says you'll sleep with him."

"You're on, and you will be owing me ten dollars."

Seven forty-five. Fifteen more minutes until hell. Well it would most likely be more since Bruce Wayne prides himself on being fashionably late.

I decided to go with the sophisticated look. I was wearing a simple black dress that had a low neckline stopped at the knees, black heels and I had done my hair up in a French twist. I walked over to the mirror and began primping again. Why was I so nervous, it wasn't like I was trying to impress the guy? It must be because I just haven't been on a date in so long and I'm just not used to the feeling. That must be it. It couldn't be that I was attracted to Wayne. He was pompous and egotistical and pathetic and had an amazing body and his eyes, you could get lost in them forever-. 'Gah, stop it Chantal he just an egomaniac arsehole, he's not worth your time,' I thought to myself.

Seven fifty-eight. I was nearly reduced to pacing; this was all becoming too much for me. Who would have known that one single, measly date with Wayne would have me in such a panicked state? Not that I was worried about him not liking me, I didn't care. In fact I hope he doesn't like me because then it might be possible for me to continue on with my life.

Eight o' clock on the dot, the door bell rings. Talk about on time, what happened to his fashionably late reputation. Batman began barking as soon as the doorbell rang, I quickly shooed him away from the door. I was so glad Wayne kept his word and had the flowers removed from my home.

I opened the door and there he was, standing in all of his Wayne-ish masculine glory, with that infuriating smirk on his face, and holding a single yellow tulip in his hand.

"I thought I told you no more flowers." The smirk on his face just grew at my statement; I was so close to punching this guy out.

"Well I couldn't resist a beautiful flower for an increasingly stunning woman," He said in his sly, smooth as silk voice. I was slightly entrancing, not that I noticed or anything.

"Don't men who are desperate to impress a woman buy roses rather than tulips?" I didn't like roses, and tulips were my favourite flower, I just liked calling him out.

"Well you didn't seem like a rose person, and I saw your bracelet the day I came into the clinic had tulip charms attached." Was this guy observant or what.

"Do you have any idea how absolutely creepy that sounds."

"Yes, but I can get away with it. May I come in?"

"Might as well, wouldn't want to be forced into doing something because of blackmail again," I said as let him walk pass me.

"Well if I didn't ask you to dinner, you would most likely be watching some soap opera and eating ice cream." That is not true, I don't watch soap operas.

"You are an infuriating man, Wayne."

I suddenly heard Batman bark. He had an issue with men ever since I was first mugged, except the actual Batman for some reason. So whenever a man came into my apartment or near me when he was around he would usually lunge at them and it would take weeks of constant visits before he accepted. He ran up to Wayne, leapt into the air, I awaited the agonising cry I was sure to hear. All I heard though, was the sound of laughter, I looked over and saw Batman licking Wayne's face as he laughed and attempted to push Batman off of him. When he did finally succeed in pushing Batman aside he kneeled down and began rubbing behind his ears. I was shocked; he acted like he knew the man.

"Hey buddy, a little excited huh? What's his name?" He asked me.

"Batman." Bruce stiffened slightly, it was barely noticeable though.

"Peculiar name for a dog, don't you think."

"Well there is a story behind it." He walked over to me and placed his hands on my shoulders, moving his face closer to mine. I was frozen.

"What would that be?" I felt his warm breath tickle my neck, causing me to inhale sharply. I quickly regained my composure and pushed him away, glaring.

"Don't push your luck, Wayne, let's go." I grabbed my purse and walked towards the door.

"Already, don't you want to wait and get to know each other a little better."

"Bite me."

"Maybe later." God I hated this man.

break

After a car trip that seemed to last for hours, when in reality it was only twenty minutes, Bruce pulled up outside the Palace hotel. I went to open my door but he flung out of the car and came around to open it for me. He held out his hand for me to take, but I just glared at him and rolled my eyes.

"Wait, are we going to the Palace Hotel restaurant," I said as Bruce gave his Lamborghini keys to the valet.

"No, I thought that we would just come to the Palace Hotel for fun," he said sarcastically as he walked over to me and placed a hand on the small of my back.

"I'm going to ignore that for your sake. I thought you had to book months in advance to even be considered for a reservation." He chuckled.

"I don't need a reservation," he said with a sly smile on his face.

"Why not, Mr. Hotshot."

"I own it."

"Of course you do," I said rolling my eyes.

We walked over to the host, who immediately recognised Bruce. They shook hands, and before I knew it I was being lead through the ornately decorated restaurant and seated at a table for two. Bruce sat across from me as the host handed me a menu.

"So what do you think," He said as a scanned the menu.

"I think that the restaurant is blatantly ostentatious, and the room is filled with pretentious people who are here so that it looks like they are more important than they actually are." His smirk only deepened.

"You are an incredibly difficult woman to please." I looked at him and mirrored his smirk.

"Maybe you're just trying too hard." He let out a chuckle before smiling at me. This smile seemed different, more real, like I was seeing the real Bruce Wayne. I found myself smiling back. We might have been there for minutes just smiling at each other before Bruce cleared his throat and looked away.

"So, Chantel, which particular field of medicine are you in," He asked me.

"I specialise in Paediatrics."

"Oh, so you must like working with children."

"Well they're easier to work with than adults." Bruce and I shared a short laugh. Maybe agreeing to this date wasn't such a bad thing after all.

After we finished our meal Bruce payed for our meals, and we went back to his car. The ride home was filled with small talk and comfortable silences.

When we arrived at my apartment, Bruce once again ran around the side of the car to open the door for me.

"Do you want to come in for a drink?" Why did I just ask that, am I insane?

"I would love to," he answered. Why was I suddenly happy about this? 'Because you like him,' I little voice in my head said. I quickly silenced it and lead Bruce up to my apartment.

When I opened the door I was welcomed by a very excited Batman, he greeted both Bruce and I before lumbering back over to his bed. I poured both Bruce and I a glass of wine before joining him on the couch.

"So you never did tell me why you named your dog Batman," He said with an amused look on his face.

"Well, for the first two and a half years I had Batman, I had no idea what to call him, so I just called him dog. Then not long after Batman, the person, started his crime fighting ordeal, I got mugged while I was taking Batman for a walk; he attacked the mugger, sent him running. So I named him after the caped crusader because he saved my life." I couldn't read the expression on Bruce's face.

"I bet you regretting naming him after a murdering psychopath."

"I don't believe that, look at all the good Batman does, even today. Good men like that don't just turn to the bad so quickly with no reason. It's illogical." Bruce moved closer to me.

"What if he did have a reason?"

"Well, I think Batman is stronger than that. But if he did have a reason, then he has my deepest sympathies, because whatever would cause a person to do something like that must have been so scarring, that they just couldn't take it." Bruce was very close now, our thighs we touching and his face was mere inches from mine.

"You are an incredibly intriguing woman, Chantel Darling."

"And you are an incorrigibly mysterious man, Bruce Wayne." We sat talking for a while before I walked Bruce to the door to say our goodnights.

"I actually had a nice night tonight, Way-I mean Bruce. Thank you." He smiled and took my hand, kissing it.

"I had a wonderful night also, Chantel," he said smiling. With that he left, walked out the door.

Not a moment later the doorbell rang. I opened the door to find Bruce.

"Did you forget something," I asked, I thought he took everything with him.

"Yes," He said before stepping through the door, he put one hand on the back of my neck and pulled me to him, smashing my lips to his. I was frozen from the shock that I did not respond, Bruce sighed and broke the kiss.

"I know that you probably hate me, I just wanted to see-" I cut him off by jumping on him and smashing my lips to his in a heated kiss. I wrapped legs around his waist as he gripped my thighs to support me. He slipped his tongue into my mouth as he blindly stumbled to my bedroom door. He pressed me up against the door and ran his hands over my body before finding the door knob, opening the door and flopping down on the bed.

He broke the kiss and began placing open mouthed kisses on my jaw and down my neck. I pulled at his jacket and he sat up for a moment and quickly rid himself of his tie and shit. My god he had a good body. He pulled me up with him and unzipped my dress. He quickly discarded the garment before pushing me back down on the bed.

"I have wanted this ever since I saw you walk into that clinic room," He whispered hotly against my ear. I knew then, I had wanted it as much as he had.

A/N: sorry about the lack of updates. I have just had a lot going on recently and it's been difficult. I promise I will have to next chapter out soon.

Again I am really sorry

-BWM