Disclaimer: I own Scarlett. I don't own the plot anymore.
Ok, it seems like I have confused people. I apologize for it and I will clear up the confusion. An excerpt from chapter 13 from the FIRST A Stroke of Luck 2 stated that I might do a story like this. That I would follow TDK's storyline and put Scarlett into the mix. Now, the FIRST A Stroke of Luck 2 was my interpretation of TDK before the movie came out. Now that the movie is out, I decided to write a sort of "What if..." kind of thing.
The plot of this story is that, A Stroke of Luck happened b/c it was Batman Begins. In this story, Scarlett and Bruce were together for 6 months but broke up. In the FIRST A Stroke of Luck 2, Scarlett and Bruce were together, got married, had kids, ect.
Hope that clears up some of the confusion.
A few minutes later, the threesome exited the courtroom and began to walk down a long hallway lined with windows. Rachel had been talking excitedly ever since they had won and Harvey occasionally nodded before he would glance over to give his assistant a knowing smile. Scarlett would smile back before skimming through her Blackberry to update any appointments she or her boss might have.
"We'll never be able to link the gun to Maroni, so we won't be able to charge him with anything but the fact that they're trying to kill you means that we're getting to them."
Harvey smirked as the two women flanked on either side of him walked quickly. He was proud to have a supportive girlfriend and an assistant who kept it all together. He turned to Rachel and said, "I'm glad you're so pleased, Rachel. I'm fine by the way."
"Come on, Harvey. You're Gotham's D.A. If you're not getting shot at, you're not doing your job right," Scarlett said, sarcastically.
Harvey gave her a smile before Rachel stopped him in the middle of the hallway and leaned in close to him to say, "But you said you were rattled. We could take the rest of the day off."
"Can't. Scarlett got me a meeting with the head of the major crime unit down here."
"Oh, Jim Gordon. He's a friend actually. Try and be nice," Rachel said, patting Harvey on the arm.
She then turned to Scarlett and said, "Don't forget about dinner tonight."
"Dinner?"
"Rachel didn't tell you," Harvey said.
"No. I was planning on catching up on sleep and some TV tonight. Maybe go hang out…somewhere."
"Oh, you can do that tomorrow. Just come out us. There will be wine," Rachel said.
"Well, I guess I can't say no to that. Just tell me where and what time."
"I'll call you later tonight with the details."
Giving Scarlett a smile, Rachel turned and began to walk towards the doors. Scarlett turned to Harvey and said, "Please tell me you can get me out of this."
"Afraid I can't. Besides you deserve a night out after everything you do."
"Fair enough. Now, your meeting with Jim Gordon is in ten minutes so get back to your office."
"But where are you going," Harvey said, as Scarlett began to walk down the hall.
"Starbucks. I figure if I drink a Venti Iced Mocha, I'll get sick and won't have to go tonight."
Scarlett had no idea why Rachel had invited her out to dinner. She knew Rachel wanted to include her but Scarlett always felt like a third wheel when they all went out. Harvey and Rachel were a couple and she was just the assistant. Earlier in the day, after Scarlett unsucessfully did not get sick from her coffee, Rachel had called to remind her that the three of them were going to dinner and that she needed to dress nicely. Scarlett had tried to get out of it again by saying she had plans with Emily to which Rachel responded with, "Emily has dinner plans with Alberto tonight."
So, now here Scarlett was. Walking into a "business" dinner in a dark green dress. The dress was strapless, corset style near the top and went down to mid knee. She had paired it with black pumps and a small knit sweater with quarter sleeves. Her hair was in simple waves and her makeup was minimal. Scanning the restaurant, which was also a hotel, Scarlett smiled when she saw Rachel waving to her from a table near the back. Making her way to the table, she saw Rachel stand and hug her shortly. She was dressed in a red dress and Harvey was in a black suit.
"I'm so glad you made it," Rachel said, sitting back down.
"Nothing like being a third wheel," Scarlett said softly.
"You are not a third wheel. Besides, this is a celebration dinner," Harvey said.
"What are we celebrating?"
"Our win."
"You knew we were going to win today," Scarlett questioned, taking a sip of wine.
Rachel smirked and said, "He makes his own luck."
"If that were the case, then it would not have taken me three weeks to get a reservation here."
"Really," Rachel said.
"And I had to tell them I worked for the DA department."
"Ok, now I feel like a third wheel. This was supposed to be a date night, right?"
"Scarlett, it's ok. I admit that it was going to be a date night but after today's win, I thought it would be nice to treat you both."
Rachel opened her mouth to reply but her eyes widened as she looked past Harvey's head. Scarlett twirled her wine glass and noticed Rachel's stone gaze. "What's wrong with you?"
"Rachel! Fancy that."
"Yeah, Bruce. Fancy that."
"Oh no," Scarlett muttered.
Turning her head, she downed the rest of her wine in one gulp. Bruce Wayne had also decided that tonight was date night as well. Scarlett then glanced over to her left and her stomach sank when she him walking towards their table. He was with a gorgeous blonde, who was tall, and looked like a dancer. She tensed up as Bruce and his date stopped behind her chair. Turning to Harvey, Scarlett said, "Can we get some more wine?"
Before Harvey could answer, Bruce introduced his date to Rachel. "Rachel, Natasha. Natasha, Rachel."
Glancing back to Bruce's date, Scarlett leaned on her elbow and said, "Natasha…are you the prima…"
"Prima Ballerina for the Moscow Ballet," Bruce replied, smiling.
Scarlett gave a snort and turned back to her empty wine glass. She glanced quickly over to Harvey and said, "But does she eat."
The DA gave a small laugh as Rachel gave them both a stern look. The two adults quieted and Rachel turned back to Bruce and said, "Wow. Harvey's taking me next week."
"Really? So you're into ballet," Bruce said, turning to Harvey .
Harvey gave Bruce a perplexed look before Rachel cut in and said, "Bruce, this is Harvey Dent."
Harvey held out his hand and both men shook in greeting. "The famous Bruce Wayne. Rachel's told me everything about you."
"Well, I certainly hope not," Bruce replied.
"I'm sure you know my assistant, Scarlett Falcone," Harvey said, gesturing to Scarlett, who was lighting up a cigarette.
Taking a puff of the cigarette and blowing out the smoke through her mouth, Scarlett turned back to Bruce and said, "In more ways then one."
Rachel blanched and thanked above that the restaurant was dark enough that no one could see her blush. Scarlett turned back to the ashtray sitting on the table and stubbed the stick of smoke out. She only needed a puff and she knew Rachel and Harvey did not want to be surrounded be a cloud of smoke. Bruce clenched his fist that was in his pocket before he broke the silence. "So, let's put a couple tables together."
"I'm not sure that they'll let us," Harvey said, trailing off.
"Oh they should…" Bruce said.
"Bruce owns the place," Scarlett finished.
The young woman than stood and watched as a few of the waiters came to the table and began to make it big enough for 5. Harvey and Bruce sat at the heads of the table, while Natasha sat on one side with Rachel and Scarlett on the other. New glasses of wine were brought and the five adults made small conversation. Scarlett zoned out for most of it and concentrated on not playing with her Blackberry. Soon enough, the topic turned to Batman and Gotham's crime.
"How could you want to raise children in a city like this," Natasha drawled.
"Well, I was raised here. I turned out ok," Bruce replied.
Rachel and Scarlett both glanced at each other knowingly. Harvey didn't seem to catch it and he said, "Is Wayne Manor in the city limits?"
"The palisades," Bruce asked.
"Sure."
"You know, as our new DA, you might want to find out where your jurisdiction ends."
"I'm talking about the kind of city that idolizes a masked vigilante," Natasha said.
"Gotham City is proud of an ordinary citizen standing up for what's right," Harvey replied.
"Gotham needs hero's like you. Elected officials, not a man who thinks he is above the law."
"Exactly. Who appointed the Batman" Bruce said.
"We did. All of us who stood by and let scum take control of our city."
"But this is a democracy, Harvey," Natasha said.
"When their enemies were at the gates, the Roman's would suspend democracy and appoint one man to protect the city. It wasn't considered an honor; it was considered a public service."
"Harvey, the last man that they appointed to protect the republic was named Caesar and he never gave up his power," Scarlett said, entering the conversation for the first time.
"Ok, fine. You either die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain. Look, whoever the Batman is, he doesn't want to do this for the rest of his life. How could he? Batman is looking for someone to take up his mantle."
Bruce twirled his wine glass that was sitting on the table. Harvey's words had begun to sink in. Turning to his left, he laid eyes on Scarlett. She was looking down at the table and fiddling with her clutch. Suddenly, she looked up and locked eyes with him. As quickly as she had looked at him, Scarlett glanced away and back to Harvey.
"Someone like you, Mr. Dent."
Harvey smirked and said, "Maybe. If I'm up to it."
Natasha smiled and held her napkin up to Harvey's face. Only the bottom half of his face was visible. "What if Harvey Dent is the caped crusader?"
"Have you not seen his chin," Scarlett muttered.
Bruce glanced over to his former girlfriend and smiled. She had a small smile on her lips but didn't think anyone had heard her little jab.
"If I were sneaking out every night, someone would have noticed by now," Harvey said, grasping Rachel's hand.
"Well, I'm sold, Dent and I'm going to throw you a fundraiser."
"That's nice of you Bruce, but I'm not up for re-election for three years."
"No, you don't understand. One fundraiser with my pals, you'll never need another cent."
"Then it's settled," Scarlett said.
Taking out her Blackberry from her clutch, she said, "What day do I pencil this in for, Mr. Wayne?"
Hmmm not so many reviews as I would have liked but some is better than none. I hope I answered my reviewers questions correctly and if anyone else is still confused about the whole thing, lemme know. I tried to explain the best I could and hopefully I got the point across.
Next chapter is not the fundraiser. The fundraiser is going to be the 4th chapter.