Lily woke up the next morning with a huge headache. She groaned when the sunlight hit her and hid under the sheets trying to avoid it.

"Shut that window!" she groaned.

"I'm sorry ma'am, but its past noon and you should be getting up."

Lily looked from under the sheets and saw Bruce's butler, Alfred. "Please, Miss Adams, the bathroom is right there if you'd like a shower and some clothes for you to change. Here," he said giving her a pill. "For the headache."

"Thanks," she said. He was about to leave, but Lily stopped him before he could leave. "Um, excuse me, but where am I?"

"You're in Wayne Manor, Miss Adams," he said, leaving her alone.

"OK?" she said. Why the fuck am I here, she thought.

She gulped the pill down and went to the bathroom for a quick shower. When she got out she found the clothes that Alfred was telling her about. There were five different outfits laying for her. They were actually nice clothes, the type that made her look thinner. They must have cost a bundle, she thought.

She chose a black turtle neck sweater and a pink skirt. She checked herself in the mirror, making sure she looked decent. When she was satisfied how she looked she decided to walk around the manor. She past some paintings and other expensive objects as she walked through the halls. She saw double doors at the end of the hall and her curiosity got the best of her. She heard Bruce talking on the phone through the doors.

Should I knock? No, he's probably busy. But, the hell with that I need an explanation why I'm here in the first place. I don't even remember what happened last night. The last thing I remembered, I was chugging down a whole bottle of vodka. Oh, god! Did I say or do something stupid, she thought inherently. I have to talk to him now.

Lily was about to knock on the door, when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned and found Alfred smiling at her.

"Miss Adams, would you like some breakfast?"

"Uh, yeah, sure."

"This way Miss Adams," he said leading the way. She rolled her eyes followed Alfred. It was obvious that Alfred didn't want her to go in Bruce's office.

"How's food?"

"Amazing, Alfred. You're an amazing cook."

"Thank you, Miss Adams."

"Please, Alfred, don't call me 'Miss Adams', just call me Lily or Lils if you'd like."

"No, Miss Adams, it's inappropriate. I must be formal."

"Come on, Alfred. Who told you that? Master Wayne?" she said in a British accent.

Alfred smiled a bit, but it quickly disappeared. Lily saw Alfred return his formal pose and walked away. "Where are…?"

"Beautiful," said a voice behind her. She turned her head around and found Bruce standing by the doorway. They stared at each other for a while, until Bruce spoke up again. "Can you follow me, please?"

Bruce led her back to his office. "Are you sure I'm allowed to go in?" referring back to earlier.

"Yes, of course," he smiled sitting down on the couch. He tapped on the seat next to him, urging her to sit next him.

Lily walked over to him and sat down. She looked around and saw the immense size of his office. Her mother was rich, but she was never nearly as rich as him. She looked at Bruce who was smiling at her.

"Did you like the clothes?"

"Yes, they were beautiful, but you shouldn't have."

"Of course, I should have. You'd be naked right now. Anyways, you look great, Beautiful."

Lily blushed. "Why do you call me beautiful?"

"Because you are," he said cupping her face. "There's something about you when you smile your true beauty shows, inside and out. Not like the others that only have superficial beauty." Lily thought she died and went to heaven the way Bruce talked to her.

"Bruce, why am I here? What happened last night?"

"Well, what was the last thing you remembered?" he said getting up.

"I was drinking a bottle of vodka, but the rest is foggy."

"Well, you drank some more, then we were talking about some things, made out and you past out," he said quickly.

"Made out?!"

"Uh, yeah," he said stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"And you just say it like that?!" Bruce just shrugged like if he was an innocent victim. "Why would I kiss you though," she said to herself.

"Hey, you're hurting my feelings," he said, playfully. Lily grinned and gave him a playful punch on the shoulder. "No reason to become violent. Besides, you were moaning for more and even said I was, oh, what's the word, 'hot'."

Lily's mouth gapped like a fish. "Me?!"

"Yes, you," he said tapping his nose.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I must acted like a total idiot," she said burring her hands in her face.

"No you weren't. You were just drunk."

"We didn't do anything regrettable, right?" she said with wide eyes.

"No." Lily sighed in relief. "We almost did though."

"What do you mean we almost did? Explain."

"Well, like I said we were making out then we got in the mood and we were about to, you know, do 'it', but you past out."

"Thank God."

"Again, you're hurting my feelings, Beautiful."

"Well, maybe you should go find someone else to help your ego," she huffed. "Maybe your girlfriend Diana will love to spread her legs for you," she said going towards the door. Before she reached the door knob, she was turned around by Bruce, pressing her against the door. "What are you doing, Bruce?"

His breath was on her lips, making Lily venerable. "I want to prove to you that Diana is not my girlfriend."

"Oh really? How?"

Bruce grinned and pouted his lips.

"Are you serious? You want me to kiss you?"

He nodded his head and waited for the kiss. Lily sighed and gave him a peck on the check.

"Aww, come on, Beautiful."

"No, I probably gave you enough kisses last night. I didn't know Bruce Wayne could be such a lovable character. Isn't he suppose to be a serious business man and gets laid by the prettiest girls in the city?"

"I am actually," he said running his hand through his hair.

"Then why are you like this with me?"

"I don't know, Beautiful. Well, let's get you home. You're friend, Cynthia, must be worried."

"So here we are. Home sweet home," Lily said, standing outside her apartment door, glad that she's no her own two feet. Bruce's driving isn't the safest; she thought the seatbelt wouldn't be able to sustain her. "Thanks for walking me here."

"No problem, Beautiful. Will I ever see you again?"

"Maybe," she smiled meekly.

"Well, I hope so because I don't think I could go through life without seeing your pretty face," he said.

"Quite the charmer, aren't you?"

"Only for the pretty ones. Good-bye, Beautiful. Until next time," he said kissing her nose and handing her the bag of her new clothes and her dress.

When Lily opened the door, she was almost attacked by Cynthia. "And where have you been?!"

Lily just rolled her eyes and went into her bedroom.

"Don't you be ignoring me girl. I want to know where have you been and I want to know now!"

"Well, hello to you to Cynthia. How was you're day today?"

"Don't sass me, Lilybell Adams. Tell me now why are you coming at this hour and dressed like that."

"Well, after Bruce saved me, we drank and drank and drank and drank…"

"OK, I get it, you guys got drunk, and then what happened?"

"We made out and I passed out, waking up in his house, had breakfast, had a little talk, then came back here."

Cynthia's mouth widen. "What?! Did you guys…?"

"No, of course not!"

Cynthia shook her head. "I leave you alone for less than twenty-four hours and you almost get screwed by Gotham's playboy, Bruce Wayne."

"Then maybe you shouldn't leave me alone then."

Cynthia huffed. "So how was the kiss," she said winking at her.

"I don't know," she heaved a sigh. "I was really trashed."

"Well, there's always next time," she said poking Lily.

Lily giggled. "There isn't going to be next time, Cynthia. We're just friends," she said going to the bathroom.

"Yeah, uh huh, friends with benefits," she yelled at her.

"Shut up," Lily grinned.

"Mark my words, Lils, Bruce Wayne doesn't do all those things that he did to you to just anyone. He probably doesn't do it at all. Think about that," she said leaving Lily's room, making her think about what she said.