A/N: So, here's chapter eight. I hope you all read the changes that I made to chapter seven otherwise, this chapter may not make much sense. If you haven't, I suggest you go back and read chapter seven again before you read this one. I don't have much to say for this author's note, so, on with the chapter now!
Like last chapter, I'll be using content from The Dark Knight Rises, so WARNING: SPOILER ALERT! If you haven't seen the movie and want to find out what happens yourself, reading my story wouldn't be advisable. But if you've seen it, or you just want to read and find out what happens, then by all means, read on!
Disclaimer: I do not own Batman, or any of its characters. They all belong to DC Comics and Christopher Nolan… Even though I'd really like to. If I did I would put much more John Blake in the movie. And my characters would most definitely be added.
Reviewers and Replies:
NathalieIyper: I have seen that movie, in fact. It was a while ago, when it first came out. But I really liked it. I should look that up and watch it again. Sounds like a plan to me! But I'm glad you liked the last chapter, and I really hope you like this one as well. =)
PowerToThePeople23: Well thank you! I hope you like this chapter! Thanks for the review!
Blackbird: Thanks for the review! I'm glad you like my story so far, and I hope you continue to read it until the end!
LivinJgrl123: Well, I'm glad you love it! That's awesome. I hope you love this chapter as well! Thank you for the review!
Katara Melody Cullen: Thanks for the review! I'm glad you liked the chapter, but all questions will be answered in due time. Sooner than later, so don't worry. =)
LovernonFighter89: That scene in Batman is where I got the idea from. I love how Batman/Bruce always did that, and Selina kind of gave him a taste of his own medicine. I just had to have Rosalie do that to John. Lots of John/Rosalie in this chapter. Hope you like the chapter!
wisegirl2772: Filler chapters are hard to review for, but I hope this one won't be! Lots of John/Rosalie to read for this chapter.
bonniebeast: Well, I can't have Rosalie be exactly like Selina. I could honestly, unfortunately, see Selina just walking away if she saw Gordon in that outflow. I like Jim Gordon too much to let Rosalie ever pull a stunt like that. I want Rosalie to have at least a little bit of a conscience. It's what separates her from her sister. Thanks for the review! I hope you like this chapter!
Sam0728: Thanks for the review! I hope you like this chapter as much as the last one!
ZombieOnTheMoon: Thank you so much for the review! A lot of John/Rosalie in this chapter. I hope you like it!
Luli Cullen: Thank you for the review! I hope you like this chapter as much as the last one!
IaMcHrIsSi: Thank you! I'm glad you liked the last chapter and I hope you like this one as well. Thank you so much for the review!
Shaybo27: Bane's Rule. Sounds about right! I can't think of a better way to put it! I'm really glad you like the story though! Thank you for the review!
Funnygirlash101: Thank you so much for the review! I'm glad you liked the last chapter!
ZabuzasGirl: Thank you so much for the review! I'm glad you liked the last chapter!
BreeBree12345: Well, I'm officially honored that my story is going to be put on your not list of addictions. ;) I agree with you. Gilly was a freak in the movie. Which is why I wrote him like one in my story. I'm glad you liked the last chapter, and I hope you like this one as well! Lots of John/Rosalie goodness.
WARNING: Once again, I have to say before you start reading this chapter, for it to make sense, you must re-read chapter seven. It's been edited because of problems that could occur with my ideas. If you have not read the updated version, I urge you to back track and read it now before you go on with this chapter.
-IWRU-
Two nights after the showdown at the bar, Rosalie was sitting on her sister's bed, watching her get ready for a charity ball hosted by Miranda Tate.
"Just… don't bring anymore men back here," Rosalie mutters, looking through one of her text books.
"That was a one time thing. Relax," Selina says, putting on a coat of red lipstick. She reaches up and grabs a pair of costume cat ears off of her mirror and sticks them on her head. Rosalie glances at her and raises an eyebrow.
"That's a bit theatrical, don't you think?" Rosalie asks, closing her book.
"Probably. But it's a masquerade party. And theatrics are really what I'm best at," Selina says, taking out a simple black mask, and ties it around her head. "You sure you don't want to go?"
"I'm absolutely positive. I've had enough excitement for a while," Rosalie says, lying back on her sister's bed. She furrows her eyebrows when she hears her cell phone start ringing from the main room of their apartment. She quickly finds her phone on her bed and looks at the number on the display screen. She doesn't recognize it, but reluctantly answers.
"Hello?" she asks.
"Rosalie?" a man asks.
"Yes?" she responds.
"Hey, uh, it's John Blake," he says.
"Oh, hey John," Rosalie says, smiling now.
"Hey Rosie, how are you doing?" John asks.
"I'm doing alright, how about you?" she asks, chuckling a bit.
"Pretty good. Hey, are you free tonight?" John asks, hopeful and a bit nervous.
"Yeah, I am actually," Rosalie answers, and she hears John let out a breath on the other line.
"Then would you want to go get some dinner?" he asks, and Rosalie opens her mouth to answer but is quickly silenced when John continues. "There's this place that sells Thai food by the diner where you work. Unless you don't like Thai food, then we can always go somewhere else. Unless you've already eaten, then we can do something else," he continues, and Rosalie bites back laughter.
"John, take a breath," Rosalie says, letting out a small laugh. "I happen to love Thai food, and my sister and I get take out from that place all the time. I would love to get dinner with you."
"Alright, great. Do you want to meet me there, or would you like me to pick you up?" he asks, and Rosalie can hear the smile in his voice.
"I can meet you there," Rosalie answers
"Okay, can you meet me there in say, half an hour?" he asks.
"Of course," Rosalie responds.
"Okay, great," John says, letting out a relived sigh.
"See you there," Rosalie says, smiling.
"Alright," John says, and Rosalie hangs up. She turns around and sees her sister standing in the doorway of her room, staring at her intensely.
"You really like this cop don't you?" Selina asks, sneering the word cop.
"I'm not sure yet. That's why I'm going. I assume you heard everything," Rosalie says, walking to her dresser to pull out some fresh clothes.
"Unfortunately. When are you going to get it through your head Rosalie?" Selina starts.
"Not now Selina. Please?" Rosalie asks, her eyes pleading to her sister.
"Whatever. I have to go," Selina says, walking past Rosalie, and out the door. Rosalie rolls her eyes at her sister's dramatics. Rosalie knows why her sister is so worried. Rosalie knows that it's dangerous to get close to John. He's a cop. She's basically a criminal. Her sister is a criminal. She knows the risks. She's been over them several times in her mind. Maybe that's what makes John so exciting for Rosalie. The risk.
'She can give me a little more credit. It's not like I would ever let any of our secrets slip. I would cut off my own arm before I got my own sister sent to jail,' Rosalie thinks as she pulls on a red shirt, and black jeans. As she gets her jeans buttoned, the door to her apartment opens. She turns around quickly, readying herself for a fight, but relaxes when she sees that it's only Jen.
"Where's Selina?" she asks, closing the door and flopping down on the couch.
"At some charity event," Rosalie answers, walking into the bathroom, leaving the door open and applying some eyeliner.
"Where are you going?" she asks.
"Out. Meeting someone at a restaurant," Rosalie answers, fixing her hair.
"A guy?" Jen asks, smirking.
"Yeah, in fact," Rosalie says, scowling slightly at her sister's friend.
"Who is it?" Jen asks.
"No one you know," Rosalie says, casually.
"Ugh, come on Rosalie. I know we're not friends, but Selina never talks about guys," Jen complains. Rosalie frowns a bit.
"Hmm. She doesn't, does she?" Rosalie notices. Rosalie shrugs a bit, knowing that her sister would come up with an excuse on how it's dangerous to have a boyfriend if she ever brought it up to her. "It's a cop."
"You're going out with a cop?" Jen asks, eyes wide.
"We're just having dinner," Rosalie answers, picking up her purse, and stuffs a few things inside.
"Is he cute?" Jen asks, and Rosalie looks sharply at her.
"You're not going to lecture me on the dangers of going to dinner with a cop?" Rosalie asks, suspiciously.
"I'm sure Selina's already done that…and…I swear if you ever tell anyone I said this I'll kill you, but you're smarter than I am. I'm sure you've already thought about how dangerous it is. But I know you wouldn't do anything to hurt Selina or yourself," Jen says, and Rosalie blinks.
"That's probably the smartest thing I've ever heard you say," Rosalie says, honestly surprised.
"Yeah. But I meant what I said. Tell anyone I said that and I'll kill you," Jen says, seriously, and Rosalie smirks.
"You have my word," Rosalie says, honestly.
"You never answered my question though," Jen says.
"Which is?" Rosalie asks.
"Is he cute?" Jen asks, and Rosalie chuckles a bit, walking towards the door. She had fifteen minutes to get to the restaurant. She grabs her leather jacket, and puts on a pair of boots
"Extremely," Rosalie says, smirking a bit. "I'll see you later. You can just do… whatever, if you're going to stay here," Rosalie says.
"See you," Jen says, and Rosalie steps out of the apartment.
"Lock the door," she says, and closes the door. She makes the short trip to the restaurant in about eight minutes since it was closer to her apartment than the diner. She enters the Thai restaurant and smiles at the middle aged man behind the counter. She glances around and sees that John hadn't arrived. Rosalie doesn't think much of it seeing as she arrived early.
"Hey, Mr. Taksin," Rosalie says.
"Good evening, Miss Kyle," the man says in his accented voice.
"How are you?" she asks politely.
"Very well, thank you. And you?" he asks.
"I'm doing great," she says.
"Will you be having your usual?" he asks.
"Yes, but don't get it started yet. I'm waiting for someone," Rosalie responds.
"Oh, a boy?" he asks, smirking at her, and Rosalie scowls at the Asian man.
"Yes, a boy… well… guy. He's not a boy," Rosalie corrects. "Not that it matters. We're just getting dinner."
"Of course, of course," he responds, the smirk still on his face. Rosalie leans on the counter a bit.
"So since we have a bit of time before he gets here, can I ask you something?" Rosalie asks.
"Of course, Miss Kyle," Mr. Taksin replies.
"You're from Thailand right?" she asks.
"Yes. I was born in the Chiang Mai Province," he responds, smiling a bit. He then proceeds to tell Rosalie about what life was like for him, growing up in Thailand. That he was a privileged child, but despite everything, he always wanted to come to America.
"Do you like it here more?" Rosalie asks, curiously.
"They both have their good and bad points. But I really like it here," he answers, and Rosalie nods, smiling at the man. "Ah, I think your friend has arrived."
Rosalie looks to the door, and sure enough, in walks John Blake.
"Hey," she says to him with a grin. He smiles back.
"Hey, sorry I'm late," he says, sincerely. Rosalie looks to the clock.
"Actually, you're right on time. I was a bit early," Rosalie says.
"I hope I didn't make you wait too long," John says, a bit worried.
"No, I've only been here a couple of minutes. Mr. Taksin kept me occupied," she says, nodding to the smiling man.
"Alright good," he says.
"Shall we order then?" Rosalie asks.
"The usual then Miss Kyle?" Mr. Taksin asks, and Rosalie nods. She listens as John places his order and they both sit at a table while, they wait for their food to be delivered to them. Rosalie removes her jacket and sets it on the chair next to her. The pair smile at each other when they get situated.
"I hate to start a conversation like this but the curiosity is killing me. How is Commissioner Gordon doing?" Rosalie asks.
"He's doing well, all things considering. He's going to make it," John says, and Rosalie nods, smiling at Mr. Taksin as he sets their drinks in front of them.
"Good. That's good," Rosalie mutters.
"How did you find him anyway?" John asks, curiously.
"I was just taking a walk. It was by chance really that I glanced over and saw him," Rosalie lies, coolly.
"Well I'm sure when he wakes up he'll want to thank you," John says. "Not a lot of people would have done what you did. Most would have just ignored it and walked by."
"Well, I'm one of the few in this city that has a conscience," Rosalie says.
"You shouldn't walk alone at night though. It's dangerous. Especially in this part of the city," John says, seriously.
"I'm way more than capable of taking care of myself," Rosalie defends herself.
"I'm sure you are," John chuckles. Rosalie raises a cool eyebrow, eyeing the police officer. He raises his hands in surrender at the look Rosalie gives him. "I saw that free throw you made the other afternoon at the boys' home. Pretty impressive."
Rosalie scoffs out a laugh. "Luck. Seriously. I've never really been into sports that much. I'll watch them sometimes, but playing them was never my forte."
The two soon got into a discussion about what sports they liked to watch, and they discovered that they both shared a certain fondness for football.
"I've never met a girl who would willingly watch football, and actually enjoy it," John says, through bites of his food.
"I'm from Texas. It's pretty much etched into my DNA that I like football. Or at least know the basics of it," she responds with a smirk, taking a bite of chicken.
"Texas, huh? I wouldn't have guessed that," John says, looking her over.
"Yep. Born there, lived there 'til I was sixteen, and left," Rosalie says.
"Why'd you leave?" John asks, and Rosalie swallows the food in her mouth slowly.
"My parents died," she says, simply and casually, her face betraying no emotion on the subject.
"I'm sorry," he says, and Rosalie looks into his eyes. She can see that he's truly, sincerely sorry about it. Rosalie shakes her head a bit.
"It was a long time ago," she says.
"But the pain never completely goes away," John says, knowingly. Rosalie looks at him questioningly, and John sighs. "My parents died when I was a kid."
Rosalie nods a bit. "Seems like we have a lot in common then. I'd say sorry… but eventually it gets old. And when you hear it enough from people who don't really mean it...," Rosalie trails off.
"It loses its meaning, even when people who really mean it say it," John finishes, and Rosalie sends him a small smile. "But anyway. Tell me something about yourself."
Rosalie breathes out a laugh, leaning back in her chair. "Like what?"
"I don't know. What's something about you a lot of people don't know?" John asks, smiling at her.
"Hmm," she ponders this question for a moment. "I have a tattoo. Not many people know that," Rosalie says.
"Really?" John asks, and Rosalie nods. "Of what?"
"Nope, it's my turn to ask a question," Rosalie says, and John sighs in defeat.
"Alright, go ahead," he says, and Rosalie smirks at him.
"I think I'm going to steal your question. That was a good one. What's something a lot of people don't know about you?" Rosalie asks, and John gives her a fake incredulous look.
"Stealing from a police officer?" he asks, and Rosalie stares at him blankly. "Alright, uh…," he thinks for a few moments. "John isn't my real first name."
"Really?" she asks, tilting her head to the side a bit.
"Yep. It's my middle name," he says.
"What's your first name?" she asks, and he shakes his head at her with a smirk on his face.
"What's your tattoo of?" he asks.
"A bird," she says. "What's your first name?"
John sighs, and hesitates. Rosalie smiles a bit. "It can't be that bad. Can't be as bad as my middle name."
"What's your middle name?" he asks, and Rosalie simply raises an eyebrow.
"You first," she says.
"My middle name's John," he answers, and Rosalie rolls her eyes, but laughs and crosses her arms.
"Being a smart ass is no way to get answers," Rosalie states.
"Fine. It's Robin," he says, watching her face closely.
"Robin?" she asks and he nods. He watches as a thoughtful look crosses her face, but slowly she starts to nod, and smiles at him. "I like it."
"What? Really?" he asks, disbelievingly, laughing a bit.
"Yeah. It suits you," she says. They stay silent for a few moments, John looking at her expectantly.
"Well?" he asks.
"Well what?" she responds.
"What's your middle name, that's supposedly worse than my first name?" he asks, and Rosalie scrunches up her face in distaste.
"Laurent," she says a scowl evident on her face. "My mother must have been on serious drugs when she named me."
"It's not bad at all. Rosalie Laurent Kyle. It's nice," John says, smiling at her.
"It's atrocious," she responds.
"Well, it looks like we're just going to have to agree to disagree," John says.
"Looks like," Rosalie responds, a small smile playing on her face. The pair continues chatting happily, and before they knew it, Mr. Taksin interrupted them by telling them that he was closing up the restaurant. The pair got up to leave and after a lengthily debate, John agreed to let Rosalie pay for her portion of the meal, only if he gets to pay for the entire thing the second date. Rosalie responds with a smile and a 'sure thing', not missing the subtle way he asked her on a second date, and John not missing the way she readily accepted.
"At least let me give you a ride home," he says. Rosalie glances at the tan car and raises an eyebrow.
"Traded in the cop car for something new?" she asks.
"Ha, ha," John deadpans, and Rosalie smirks.
"Fine. But I ask for no more from you," Rosalie says, pointing her finger at him. John smiles and holds her door open for her and shuts it when she gets in. He quickly jogs to his side and climbs in. Soon enough, they were in front of Rosalie's apartment building. "Thanks for this. I had a really good time," Rosalie says, smiling at John.
"Yeah, I did too," John says, smiling widely back. Rosalie leans over and kisses John gently on the cheek while opening her car door.
"Give me a call sometime. We'll set up that second date," Rosalie says, climbing out of the car.
"I'll definitely do that soon," John says. "See you soon, Miss Kyle."
"You as well, Officer Blake."
-IWRU-
A/N: And there was their date. I hope it was alright! A couple of things; First, I looked and have no idea where Selina is originally from. So I said Texas to fit the story. And even if I missed it, and it said where Selina is originally from, I'm changing it to Texas anyway to fit the story. It's a fanfiction so…yeah. Second, Laurent, for those of you who don't know is pronounced Luh-r-ah-nt.
Not one of my best, but I'm extremely tired, and my sister is watching The People under the Stairs. I've never seen it, but it's supposed to be a horror movie, but I find it extremely aggravating, yet a bit funny. Anyway, I'm done with this note, so I'm going to stop so I can write the next chapter!
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