The light flittered through the windows of my bedroom. The arm around my waist tightened and I snuggled further into the warm embrace of the person lying next to me. Wait! Arm around my waist, person sleeping next to me. I shot up quick as lightning and looked over to the body beside me. 'I slept with Bruce Wayne last night.' My shooting upright must have awoken him because his eyes fluttered open and he look over at me with a lazy smile adorning his face.

"Isn't that a sight for sore eyes?" I looked down to see that I was in fact naked, I quickly pulled up the sheet to hide my exposed chest. I then turned back to Bruce, grabbed my pillow and started to beat him with it.

"You, you, jerk. You took advantage of me." Bruce grabbed the pillow out of my hand and tossed it over the other side of the room.

"That wasn't what you were screaming last night." I pushed him away from me and buried my face in my hands. After my little panic was over I jumped out of bed and grabbed my robe of the closet, which was unfortunately across the other side of the room.

"I did not see that last night. What is that? A swallow." Oh god, he must have been referring to the tattoo on my butt.

"Bite me Wayne," I said with venom in my voice. He just smirked in turn.

"Well I thought you had enough of that last night, but I'm sure we have time for round two, or is it three now." What the hell was I thinking last night?

"I can't believe that I thought for a second you were a decent guy. God, I am such an idiot," I said while picking up the various articles of clothing of the floor.

"How do you know I'm not a decent guy, maybe last night meant something to me, Chantel." I can't listen to him, he's lying, at least that was what I kept telling myself. I dropped his clothes onto his lap.

"I think you should go, some of us need to get ready for work." He looked almost sad, but I kept the stoic look on my face and took my work clothes for the day into the bathroom.

After I had showered, dressed and done my hair and such. I came out to the living room to find Bruce sitting on the couch. His suit was crumpled from lying on the floor all night, and his hair was mused and sticking up at all angles.

"So, I guess this is goodbye." He said as he came up to me.

"I guess it is. You remember the deal then," I said.

"I do."

"Well, it's been a pleasure, Mr. Wayne." I held my hand out for him to shake it. He took it gently, and lightly shook it. I swore for a split second I saw a look of remorse on his face, but it quickly vanished to a stoic expression that I can imagine mirrored mine.

"Likewise, Miss Darling." He leant in to kiss me, but hesitated and settled for pecking my cheek. Without another word he walked out of my door, and the house suddenly felt really empty. Batman came over and sat beside me. He looked up at me with his head cocked to one side.

"It's for the best, Batman. He's not the kind of guy to settle down. He's just not right for me."

"I noticed you did not come in last night, Master Wayne. I assumed you were either out fighting crime, or you were with the lovely Miss Darling," Alfred said, stirring me from my trance. I had been thinking of the very woman at the time.

"The latter of the two, Alfred." The manor felt emptier than usual for some reason.

"Ah, so I assume the date went well then, Sir?"

"She said it was best if we didn't see each other anymore. It's probably for the best. I can't get to close to people, I won't let it happen again." I learnt the hard way that Batman cannot love someone, bad things happen to them.

"You don't at all seem satisfied with that, Master Wayne." I wasn't happy about it at all. "Should you really deny yourself a chance at happiness?"

"Are you saying that Chantel makes me happy?"

"Well, Master Bruce. I haven't seen you smile so much since you started pestering poor Miss Darling. And when she accepted your invitation for dinner, you seemed practically on cloud nine. It doesn't take long to fall for someone, if they are the right person, Master Bruce."

"Well, it doesn't matter now, I promised to leave her alone after this date, and I intend to keep my promise. If you need me, I will be in the cave." I had to get my mind of Chantel. She was out of my life forever.

It had been six day's since my date with Bruce Wayne. Heidi found out I slept with him, but held back the 'I told you so's' for my sake. I hated to admit it, but I missed the horrid man. He seemed to fill this void in me that had been empty for so long, and now that he had gone, I once again felt empty.

"Why don't you just go and talk to him." Heidi said to me. We were at a cafe near where she worked, just having a coffee after work.

"Because I said before that I don't want anything to do with that man. He is nothing but bad news to me and any other woman he feels like screwing over that day," I spat out whilst glaring at the cup of coffee in my hand, as if it was the cause of my current predicament.

"I think you are trying to deny the fact that you actually like the guy. You really like him and it is not healthy to bottle up all of these emotions. So go to his place and sort out this unrequited ducky love thing you have going at the moment." What was her problem? This was my life; she had no right to tell me how I should run it.

"Heidi, you do not control my life, so if I say I don't want to go and talk to the asshole then I don't want to talk to him and there is nothing that you can do about it. So just stop being such a control freak," I all but yelled at her. Great now I feel bad because I just yelled at my best friend who was only trying to help me stop being so depressed all of the time.

"Alright, sorry about trying to help." There now I have done it.

"Heidi, I'm sorry, I just really don't want to see him at the moment." Or ever. Okay, maybe that was a lie.

"Okay, I won't pry anymore, but I was just trying to help you."

"I know, I just need to be as far away as possible from Wayne."

It had been twelve days since my date with Bruce Wayne. And I was completely and utterly fine. It turned out all you need is a little bit of time away from that egotistical sap to get over his charm. Well that was a complete lie. I felt worse than ever and it was awful, I never felt like this after a breakup. And it wasn't even a breakup, we hadn't been together long enough for it to constitute as a breakup.

"Alright Mrs. Wesson, it is nothing but a cold, Emily will be fine." I saw Mrs. Wesson breathe a sigh of relief.

"Oh thank God, I thought it might have been pneumonia again." The little girl was a long time patient of mine. I had been her paediatrician since I started working at the hospital as an intern.

"We can treat the symptoms if she gets uncomfortable; I recommend just your normal cough syrup, to keep that cough under control, and children's aspirin to keep her fever down. But other than that just bed rest and maybe some chicken soup." I smiled down at the little girl sitting on the examination table.

"Here you go sweetheart," I said as I handed little Emily a red lollipop.

"Thank you Dr. Darling," she said as she took the lollipop from my grasp and put in it her mouth happily.

"No problems, Emily. You deserve it after being such a good girl today." She smiled and continued sucking on her lollipop happily.

"Thank you Doctor. You should really call Bruce." I did a double take, what did she just say.

"I'm sorry, I missed that."

"I said, what would we do without you." I was going crazy, I needed some time off, I hadn't taken a vacation since I was in college.

"Oh, it's no problem really. Just talk to Lucille outside and she should sort out insurance and things."

"Of course, thanks once again." I really need to take a vacation.

I was driving home and thinking about how I probably should go and talk to Bruce. No, that was completely insane I shouldn't even think about.

I saw the turn off that would take me to the outskirts of Gotham. The turn off which would take me to where all of the rich and famous of Gotham lived. The turn off that would take me to Wayne Manor.

"Screw it," I said out loud and swerved to make the turn. I drove down the pretentious street filled with pretentious houses and pretentious people. I finally came to Wayne Manor. The gates were open, so I just drove in. The drive way was so long I had time to think. But for some reason I couldn't think of one thing. Whether this was wrong or if I should just turn around right now and go back.

As soon as I made it to the end of the drive way, I looked up at the beautiful Manor, and at the moment I found it so intimidating that I was shaking. I banged my head on the steering wheel before opening the car door and making my way to the door. I stood in front of the door and hesitated before I finally rung the door bell.

For thirty agonising seconds I was waiting. In that time I was able to think about everything that had happened. And I realised that coming here was a huge mistake, and just as I was about to turn away and go back to my car, the large door groaned as it opened to reveal an elderly man.

"Can I help you, ma'am." He said, and I swear that I saw him smirk slightly.

"Yes, I'm Chantel Darling, is...Um, is Bruce-"

"Chantel, what are you doing here?" I saw Bruce come up behind the Butler. He looked very surprised that I had come here.

"I, I don't really know. To be completely honest." He was dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt.

"Alfred, could you excuse us for a second." Alfred smirked and looked between Bruce and me.

"Of course Master Wayne." He turned and left the room, not before shooting one more smirk at us.

"He seems nice," I said, hoping to start any kind of conversation.

"Yes, Alfred practically raised me. After my parents died that is." He looked over to me, his smouldering brown eyes boring into mine.

"Chantel, why are you here. I thought you wanted nothing to do with me." Well I suppose here goes nothing.

"Okay, I did think that. But as soon as you left I knew that I had made a huge mistake. I should've hated you for what happened, and now I know why I don't. That night, was the best night of my life. I know you probably want nothing to do with me, I mean you're Bruce Wayne, you don't have relationships, so it was stupid to come here and I am sorry for bothering you. So I'm just going to lea-"

He cut me off by pressing his lips to me. The kiss was warm and gentle, but still passionate. I had forgotten what a fantastic kisser he was.

"You are not going anywhere; I'm willing to give this a shot if you are. So how about it."

"Oh I don't know I think I might need some more convincing." He pulled me in for yet another heated kiss that made my head spin.

"How about now?"

"I think we could make this work, maybe." He suddenly got this devious look in his eyes.

"Well in that case." He swept me up in to his arms and began to carry me bridal style towards the staircase. "I really want to get a better look at that tattoo."

A/N: okay, i am so sorry for the delay in updates. Just a lot of things have been going on lately and I didn't have a lot of time on my hands. Thank you for anyone who is sticking by me. Also, for anyone who is interested in a really good supernatural Sam/OC story, click on the link below. trust me, it is awesome and really well written. please also leave a review as the author doesn't get enough recognition. thank you everyone and make sure to check out that story

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