ILuvOdie—Haven't heard from you in a while. Good to hear from you again. I'm glad that the girlish squeal was perfect. I figured that it was a proper response. Continue reading and reviewing.

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Six thirty came a lot earlier than I expected, but when I checked my watch, I realized that it was actually 6:33. I growled and pulled my coat off the hook by the door and pulled it on as I dashed towards the stairs. I saw Wilson get up from his desk, but I held up my hand so that he would leave me alone as I took the steps about two at a time as I made my way out into the cold wind. I pulled the zipper up to my chin as the wind whipped past me, probably cursing, if it could, that I had gotten in its way. I pulled my hair back tighter and slid the sleeves over my hands as I quickly strode down the sidewalk a few blocks to make it to O'Malley's. I ran into some business guy and knocked his papers out of his hand. On a day that I wasn't in such a hurry, I would've stopped and helped him pick it up, but since I was in a hurry, I apologized and kept going. I looked at my watch: 6:37. I sighed as I neared the pub. Finally, I reached the door of the pub; I stood in front of the door and took a few deep breaths before pushing my way in.

"'Ey, Lass," the bartender called as he saw walk in.

"Hey, Shane," I replied as I walked up to the bar. I scanned the place for Bruce as I unzipped my jacket, but I didn't see him. Once again, he was later than me. I sighed and took a stool, folding my arms on the bar. I looked at my watch: 6:43. Where was he?

A beer suddenly appeared in front of me. "Ya look diff'ren' this ev'nin', Lassie," Shane said as he stood in front of me. "A li'l nervous, I'd say."

I took a sip of the beer. "You know it's none of your business," I scolded.

"Aye, but I know you'll tell me anyway," he smirked.

I sighed, knowing that he was absolutely right. Before I had the chance to tell him anything about my plans for that evening, two smooth hands blocked my vision, turning the room black. My instincts kicked in, and I reached for my gun. I felt warm breath tickle my ear and a cheek pressed up against the side of my head.

"Let go of your gun," the suspect growled into my ear.

I would recognize that voice anywhere. It was Bruce! I let the gun go, but my eyes were still covered. Why wasn't he letting go? One of his hands pulled away from my eyes, but the other quickly covered them back up. I heard the sliding of a bottle off the bar. My breathing quickened as my mind flashbacked to being in the Joker's trunk. I reached for my gun again, but this time in a slight panic.

"Get up and start walking," he growled. He planted a kiss on my neck. "Relax. You're fine."

I sighed and took my hand off my gun and slid off the stool and began walking. Bruce's hand on my waist guided me towards the back of the bar, to where I knew the booths were. I took deep breaths, not particularly liking this, but trusting him anyway. "Bruce," I whispered, placing my hand back on my gun.

"Shhh," he whispered. His breath tickled my ear. "Turn."

I hit a step with my foot. "Ow," I said as I stepped up and slid into the booth, finally regaining my sight as Bruce removed his hand and slid into the seat across from me. "Hell of an idea for a first date," I hissed.

He smiled. "Sorry."

I let go of my gun and held my shaking hand in my lap, between my legs. "I hate you for that I want you to know."

He pushed my beer across to me and held my other hand. "I'm sorry." A small, genuine smile crossed his face. "I didn't mean to scare you."

I was taken aback. He wasn't supposed to know that! He didn't even know that I was taken, unless he watched the news. "I wasn't scared. I… uhh… It's not a smart idea to do that to a cop."

He ran his hand through his hair, leaving my hand wanting to feel his warmth again. "Don't bother lying. I've watched you long enough to tell when you are."

"Creepy, but kinda sweet," I said, blush rising in my cheeks. I took a swallow of my beer, suddenly realizing I didn't really have any idea what to talk about.

He obviously did. "I know that you were scared, and I know why." Good. Leave it open so that I would tell him even if he didn't know.

Unfortunately, habits have a way of being a slight tell, or at least in my case, because the hand that was between my legs went straight to the scar on my face. I felt the bumpy, unevenness of the skin that marked where the Joker had sliced into my face. "I don't know what you're talking about," I lied again.

He laughed. "What did I tell you about lying."

"I don't wanna talk about it," I whispered, taking another swallow of the cold beer.

He grabbed my hand and held it in his. "It's okay. I get it."

I smiled, nodding slowly. Unfortunately, I didn't know that much about dating, but I did know that couples (if you could call us that) asked each other how their days were. "So how was today for the man who leads three different lives?" I smirked.

He shrugged. "Eh, you know, business meetings, sleeping, and the nocturnal one is taking a break for a little while." He winked at me. "What about you?"

"Mostly paperwork, and I'm sorry about having to hunt you down as a fugitive."

He shook his head. "Don't be. This town needs as much hope as it can get, and it needed a hero with a face. That was Dent, not me."

I rolled my eyes. "You've done more for this city than Dent could dream of doing. He screwed up MCU pretty badly too. I can never forgive him for that. Let alone kidnapping my step-family." I clenched my fists.

He nodded in understanding. "I understand, but what would happen to this city if there was no hope. There would be no turning back from crime, and the ultimate battle would be lost."

I studied him, trying to solve the puzzle that was Bruce Wayne. He was unreadable, and closed up, probably from the losses that he's had in his life. "Is that why you do it?"

"Do what?" It was like he gotten completely lost in his head.

"Batman."

"It started out as ultimately trying to save Gotham before Al Ghul got here, but when I saw how bad it was, I didn't want to do it. There were, and are, still good people here, and they deserve the best from this city, and I want to make that happen." He paused. "I don't know… It's become more of a part of keeping me sane than I thought it would." He looked in my eyes. "Why do you do it?"

"It's a long and complicated story."

"We have time," he pointed out.

My phone rang. "Looks like it'll have to wait for another time." I pulled my phone out of its case. "Gordon."

"Hey, Chief." It was Wilson.

"Don't call me that," I pleaded. "What's up?"

"Got a middle-aged white guy murdered up here at the penthouse suit of Langori Apartments on Park."

"Rich guy, huh?" I glanced at Bruce.

"Yup," Wilson agreed. "You comin'?"

I tilted my head back and forth for a second. "Yeah. I gotta go back to MCU to get a ride, but I should be there in about half an hour."

"Hurry up." Click.

I hung up and slid the phone back in its case. "I'm sorry, but I have to go." I took the last swallow of beer and put it on the table. I slid out of the booth with Bruce not far behind me.

He put his hands on my hips and pulled me close to him so that I would have no choice but to wrap my arms around his neck. "I get it," he smiled. "Duty calls."

I nodded sadly. "As always, Gotham's crime interrupts my life," I joked, getting a quiet laugh from Bruce. "No bats dropping in, okay?"

One of the corners of his mouth turned up into a smile. "Okay," he mouthed. He locked onto my eyes again with his and just smiled. The whole bar seemed to melt away, except for us. He leaned his head down to me, and I brought mine up to meet his. Our lips met for a short second before he pulled back. "Be safe."

I ran my tongue over my lips. "I will. You be safe too, all right?"

He nodded and kissed me again. "Now, go get 'em, Al."

I shook my head and laughed. "You are certainly odd."

He smiled. "So?"

I cupped his cheek, grabbed the beer bottle and headed out. I put the bottle on the bar as I zipped up my jacket again.

"Night, Lass. Don't cause too much trouble, aight?"

I pushed open the door and walked up the street again. My mind was still on Cloud Nine from kissing Bruce. He really was an amazing kisser, and he had some depth to him. I still had my doubts about this relationship because of the public side of him. I didn't want to be played by him, but the way that he treated me like I was special made me doubt my doubts. The wind whipped through my hair as I walked into the parking lot of MCU. I got into one of the sedans, turned on the siren and made my way to Park Avenue. No matter how this relationship turned out, my life was about to become very interesting.

Okay, WOW!!! That was crap! It was short too, and I'm sorry. I'll try to make the next one longer, I promise. =) Title suggestions please!!!! Clicky the button.