Before I start writing this, I want to promote another movie. I know! I just saw Gran Torino, and it is one of the best films I've seen in a long time. It's very powerful and touching. So, I just wanna recommend that! =) My loyalty still belongs to The Dark Knight of course, which leads me to my next announcement. I say congrats to Heath because he has gotten so many awards so far. They just won a Golden Globe (yes, I'm writing this as I'm watching them). So RIP Heath Ledger! 3

IluvOdie—Yes, there will be twists and turns all through this movie! LOL

Princess Stark 101—Here's chapter 12! Thank you for liking it!

Dragonflamecrystal—Nice, but complicated name. LOL I like it. Thank you for liking my story.

Jousting Elf with a Sabre—Your very welcome. I actually wasn't planning on it, but it seems that everything I see when an OC runs into the Joker, he rapes her. So I was just making that clear. LOL Well, I was working up something really amazing, but then I changed my and it was too late. LOL

Johanna—Of course it was! I agree. The Joker would have made things very bad. Don't worry though, he'll be included in more chapters than just the movie.

Hannah—The Joker will come. Patience.

Hayley—Gotta say, I love your name. LOL I think you just gave me the biggest compliment that anyone has on this story or any of my stories. So thank you! Thank you!!!!

Pianoplayer—I sorta figured that you were. Thank you for loving it, and work on your story!!! LOL I need to work on my other story actually. I think you, my musical friend, have given the most compliments. You must tell me if there is anything needing fixing on this chapter. I'm a little nervous.

Well, I had some new reviewers that time so thanks guys! Here's the next chapter. Letting you know, it will be a lot of fluff, which this story probably needs! LOL =)

So here goes.

Bruce looked at me for a second before bursting out in laughter. He held his helmet in one hand was pointing at me. He tossed his head back as he slapped his free hand on his leg. His hair was loose from the helmet, not slicked back, and it flopped around weirdly as he laughed. His eyes were closed and it was honestly the best I had ever seen him. He just looked like he was having fun, not business-y and posh, like the Bruce that I knew. I liked this Bruce better.

"What's so funny?" I asked innocently. I really didn't know why he was laughing. As soon as stopped laughing and looked blankly at me, I knew. He was laughing at me. I felt blush rising in my cheeks. "Is it really that funny?"

He nodded. "If I had a camera, I would've taken a picture!" he smirked. "C'mon." He pulled on his helmet as the light turned green and motioned for me to follow him.

I complied. I knew that I should go back to the bank, but I wanted to enjoy this time that I was offered from Bruce.

We wound our way through the city down to a little coffee shop at the edge of town. It looked as if we had ridden straight into the Narrows. I had a little bit of a bad feeling as we stopped in the parking lot. I followed Bruce into the coffee shop. We both looked out of place in our suits. I wrapped my hand around the butt of the gun.

Bruce saw my anxiety and whispered, "People don't know me here, and it makes me feel a little better. A little more private." Granted, it made sense. He was known everywhere, so he couldn't really have company without people jumping all over it. "Relax, Alex."

I took his advice and released the gun. I sighed and sat down. I leaned back in my choice chair at a random table. I knew that this was going to be a long day.

Bruce sat down across from me. "Stop worrying about your job," he noticed my distant look. "You're fine."

I nodded with my head in my hands. "I left a case for this," I smiled.

"You look exhausted," he noticed. "I'll go grab the coffee. Whadya want?"

"Just black." I pulled out a five dollar bill.

He shoved it back to me. "I'll pay."

I took it back and slid it into my pocket. "Fine." I sat there and watched him order our coffee.

He looked so normal as he stood at the counter ordering coffee. He was wearing a really expensive business suit, but I wasn't really expecting anything different. The pants were a little wrinkled from riding the bike, and his hair was still hanging loosely on his head. He held a ten in his hand as he ordered two cups of black coffee. The very bored looking teenager behind the counter said that he would say when they were up. Bruce thanked him and came back to our table. He leaned back in the chair and crossed his arms.

I smiled. "Why does Bruce Wayne, Gotham's billionaire, wanna get coffee with me on this lovely day?" I had to know. It didn't seem like we should be hanging out, but he was Batman, right? Keep your job, and any masked vigilantes out of your mind! I yelled at myself. I didn't want to let my job interfere with this coffee opportunity.

He smiled back at me. It was sort of crooked, but I liked it. "You intrigue me."

"B-S," I scoffed. I laughed and raised my eyebrows.

"No really!" he defended. "You really do!"

I shook my head, laughing. "How?"

He thought about for a second. "You have fun, I guess."

"You don't have fun?" I asked incredulously. I didn't believe it. How could he not have fun?

"Well," he thought, "not really."

"You go out partying like every night," I pointed out laughing.

He nodded. "Yeah, but I hate parties."

"Really?" I awed. My jaw dropped.

He nodded with his chin in his hand. He laughed.

"I would have—," I was cut off by my phone ringing. I picked it up. "Gordon." I smiled my apologies to Bruce.

"Alex, where the Hell are you?!" my dad yelled from the other line.

I flinched. "Easy, Dad," I soothed into the phone.

"Don't tell me that!" he yelled. "You said that you were on your way back to the bank!"

I pulled the phone away from my ear as he continued to rant about me not being there. I rolled my eyes and laughed at Bruce's expression of shock. The bored teen brought over our coffee. Took long enough.

Finally Dad shut up and I could talk to him. "I ran into an old friend, Dad."

"Who?" he asked on the end of the line.

"It was one of the guys." Clever: lie without actually lying. "He was in town, and we ran into each other. We decided to get coffee."

I heard him sigh. "You couldn't do this over dinner?" he yelled.

"His flight leaves later today," I lied.

I think Dad knew that I was lying because he allowed me to stay as long as I took the cases for the rest of the day. He hung up.

I slid the phone back into my pocket and took a sip of my coffee. "Thank you, Bruce," I said as I set the cup back down.

He smirked. "Don't mention it."

I set one of my arms on the table. "Tell me, why do you go to all these parties if you don't like them?"

"It a reputation thing," he explained. "I wanna seem like the typical trust fund snob."

I was confused. "But you're not!" I protested. "Just talking to you now, I know that you're not a snob in anyway." Maybe it was a disguise to cover up for the fact that he was Batman. It made sense, but the fact that he had like three different personalities didn't.

"I know, but only three people know that," he explained.

"I'm sorry. You don't have that many friends, then, do you?" I wondered.

He shook his head. "No, not really." He lowered his head as he took a sip of coffee.

My phone rang again. I cursed under my breath. I was surprisingly enjoying myself. "Gordon."

Bruce smiled. "I understand," he whispered as he put his hand on mine.

I listened to the scared officer tell me that there was a mob shooting at a day care center. I didn't want to hear that. "I'm on my way," I told him. He told me the directions and I hung up. I grabbed my coffee and a lid for it as I headed out. "Bruce, I'm soooo sorry that I have to leave, but duty calls."

He nodded and got up too. "It's okay, Alex," he assured.

We headed outside and threw our legs over our bikes.

"It really was nice talking to you," Bruce smiled. "Those ditzes that I go out with don't talk about anything but themselves. It was nice to have a normal conversation with someone smart." He smirked as he pulled his helmet on and headed off to somewhere I didn't know.

I was honestly flattered by him. I really still liked him, even if he was Batman, even if he was the poorest man in the world. I turned on my bike and carefully balanced my coffee in my hand as I headed to my next crime scene.

I'm sooooooooooooo sorry that it has taken so long to post this. It's harder than you think. I hope that you like it, and I hope that my next chapter won't take so long to put up. I really am sorry. Please review and tell me if I can actually write this sorta stuff, and tell me if I captured Bruce's character. I don't think that I did, but it's kinda hard.

Again, I'm sorry, and I hope that it never takes me this long again. Please review!!!