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/-^l^-\ Weekend. Saturday. Date with Bruce Wayne. /-^l^-\

Alison twirled her fork elegantly around the noodles. She'd ordered a stir fry. It was the only thing she could agree with. She wasn't feeling so good but she didn't want to let Bruce down without a real reason.

He was impeccably handsome, but just not her type. But there was no reason he couldn't make a decent friend. She just didn't want him to feel different. He had been eyeing up her slightly. She tried not to look uncomfortable about that. He was a nice enough guy, it'd hurt to be on a different level. It was hard for him not to stare though.

She looked like she was from a different era. Alison was the proud owner of a Betty Boop like figure, but with an elegant 1950's feel to how she presented herself. She wore a figure flattering black flowing dress that spread out delicately when it caught the wind but never rode up, smart black heels and her soft bronze hair was spilled over her shoulders, two clips gently pushing the sides up to give it a very classical feel altogether.

"So, Alison. How are you finding Gotham?" he asked softly.

"I haven't really seen much of it besides my front garden, and bits of my street ... and Arkham Asylum. Which sounds amazingly dreary. I don't know my way around and haven't quite worked out how to find my way about."

"Why don't we meet up again tomorrow, could show you around a bit, go to an art exhibit that's on in the city centre?" suggested Bruce. Alison wanted to say no, for fear he'd get the wrong end of the stick. But he flashed her a charming smile over his dish and his eyes sparkled with it.

"Sounds nice," she nodded, smiling wryly, half at herself for agreeing but more so at the offer.

"What brought you here, of all places?" asked Bruce.

"The difference in mental health issues. Sure, there were common disorders, most of them obsessive-compulsive, in Britain but peoples biggest worry was money and I had to listen to so many people moaning on about it, sat there pretty dry myself, and tolerate these people moaning. Half of them had more in their pockets than I did! And in Scotland... well, there isn't much to say about Scotland. One half is spiffing rich and the other dog-rough poor. I was where the sun disne shine!" she said, imitating from her roots. It made Bruce chuckle.

"I thought that was just pathetic fallacy in literature," he said.

"No, it's true," grinned Alison, "I need to ask you something."

"Me too. You go first. I mean... I need to ask you, not me. I'm not crazy," he said, holding his hands up, "much."

"Define sanity," she shrugged, "I know I mentioned I was a bit iffy about the context of this."

"Ah, we want to talk about the same thing."

"Oh really? I feel like I'm about to stab the evening in the heart. Well, now I've lost my courage. You say what you were going to."

"Me too," grimaced Bruce, "I'm not sure I really think of this as a date."

"...Or not," said Alison quirkily to herself, "I was thinking the same," she added in order not to confuse him. Bruce looked pleasantly surprised. "Not that I don't like you," she mentioned after, "you're a lovely, very funny and very witty guy. It's just... you're not my type... somehow..." she said, unconfidently. God, why didn't she like him? He's a billionaire, Ally. And he's smarter than you thought! Jesus girl, can't you be happy?

"Somehow?" he laughed, "I think you're a really nice person too, but I feel if I were to pursuit you romantically I'd repress you."

"Why do I think you make a habit out of testing things out and deciding it'll never work?" she asked, raising a brow. She hit a nerve.

"Because you're right. But we can be friends?" he asked, hope in his eyes. Alison smiled smoothly.

"That sounds very nice and very ideal," she nodded.

So, I know this is quite short in comparison to the first three, but I'm sure you can live. Scream if you want more! No, really... otherwise I won't hear you.