Chapter Eight

Work the next day was interesting. Everyone at work was hyped up because Falcone slit his wrists and has gone crazy and they found out Bruce Wayne is back in town. How do we know? Well his birthday is coming up in like four days and we in charge of making his cake. It is a great honour, don't get me wrong, but to take on a large cake like this last minute is normal protocol. So we had to finish two wedding cakes and three birthday cakes. I was stuck working on the Bruce Wayne cake all by myself and trying to figure out the rest of my fall line up of new treats.

I had just put the cake- chocolate chip- in the oven when Gabriel tapped me on the shoulder.

"What?" I asked a little cranky about how overworked I had been this morning.

"That Crane guy is out front looking for you," he said. I sighed and went to the front. I saw Jonathan Crane standing there in his business suit with his brief case in hand. He was staring at the display window. I walked behind the window and leaned on it . He looked up at and stood up fully.

"Hello," I greeted.

"Hello, I was wondering if you would like to go to lunch with me?" he asked.

"Oh, um, sure, Just wait a moment," I said and I went to the back, "Gabriel, when the timer goes off can you take my cakes out of the oven. I'm taking my lunch now."

"Finally you have a date, besides your best friend," he said turning around and other chefs laughed a bit.

"Shut up or I'll dock you pay," I said pointing my finger at him. He put his hands up in defence and turned back around. I swung my bag over my shoulder and left the back.

"Ready?" asked Jonathan. I nodded and we left the shop.

"So where are we going?" I asked as we turned down the street.

"How about you take me to that café you go to all the time?" he asked. I nodded and led the way. When we got there the cashier looked at me in surprise.

"Where's Rachel?" she asked already moving to get my usual.

"Don't know, decided to try going out with a man today," I said winking at her. She laughed and put my food on a tray and looked at Jonathan.

"I'll just have the same things as Katrina, it looks good," he said. The cashier nodded and went and got the same thing. She handed me the tray and Jonathan paid. We went and took a seat outside and I took a sip of my drink.

"Who's Rachel?" he asked after taking a bite into his sandwich.

"My best friend, Rachel Dawes, she's a lawyer," I said.

"I know her," he said with a unpleasant tone.

"And you don't like her," I stated, observing his tone.

"No," he said simply.

"It's all right. I've known her for a while so she grew on me. She originally only liked me for my cooking," I said.

"Well a way to anyone's heart is through their stomach," he said.

"Are you trying to tell me something Dr Crane?" I asked raising my eyebrows up at him. He looked back at me. We sat there in silence for a bit, just staring into each other's eyes.

"Maybe," he said after a while, "you're smart, funny, creative, and one decent chef."

"Ah, shucks," I said sarcastically before taking a bite of my sandwich.

"Would you at all be interested in possibly being my girlfriend?" he asked still staring at me.

"Well it is a rule of girls that the best friend has to approve," I said, "and you and Rachel don't like each other." He gave me a look and laughed a bit, "Joking, yes I would like that." He smiled and we continued to eat our lunch and have light conversations about meaningless things. As we walked back we were now holding hands and peopled kept glancing at us. We did look a bit odd, he was dressed up nicely in a suit and I was wearing my chef's jacket covered in powdered sugar and bit of cake batter.

"So what are you doing tonight?" I asked.

"I have business to attend too, sorry," he said looking down at me.

"Oh no it's all right, I have a lot of work to do. Oh hey how did the mask work?" I asked.

"Perfect, thank you again," he said.

"Glad to help, which may seem a bit odd, but it gave me something to do," I said. We arrived back at my bakery and I gave Jonathan a peck on the cheek before heading to the back. I could get use to this boyfriend thing.

"I saw that," said Gabriel. Or not.

"Shut up," I said putting my bag down and tying my apron back on. I got back to work and just thought about that the rest of the day. My employees kept teasing me about Jonathan but I shut them up when I poured a bag of flour on them and made them clean it up. Then I gave in and let them leave early to take a shower, so I had more work.

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A/n: so some relationship development and the next chapter will get more into the movie. I do plan to go into Dark Knight at some point so I have a ways to go on this story.

Watching Golden Globes now. Enjoy, comments are appreciated.

-Charlotte