For whatever reason, my heart raced as I made my way up the sidewalk leading to the massive Wayne Enterprises building. It was half an hour before my scheduled interview time, but I wanted to be sure to make a good impression whether I knew the owner of the building or not. I opened the glass door, putting on my most genuine smile as I approached the front desk. I shopped last night specifically for this interview; black pencil skirt, black stilettos, a cream colored, low cut, billowy shirt, and a necklace with a small bat charm, just to make him squirm that much more. My blonde hair was done up in a professional looking bun at the base of my neck with the short layers at the front of my hair parted to one side, and of course, I remembered my glasses. I clutched the portfolio that bore my made up resume to my chest as I approached the receptionist with a smile. She actually seemed to somewhat check me out as her eyes dipped to my waist and back up to my face, maybe she swung both ways?
"Ms. Danvers?" she asked, taking me aback slightly.
"Um, yeah-yes, that is me." I answered back, feeling a bit stupid for stuttering. The woman leaned over to her phone as she picked up the receiver and punched in a few numbers.
"Ruby? Yes – his 9 o'clock is here…..Certainly." She hung up the phone and looked back to me motioning to the elevator doors.
"Floor 20, Ruby will be waiting for you at the front desk there. Good luck." She said to be with a wink and a smile before returning to her paperwork. I cleared my throat and headed to the elevator, my heart beginning to feel like it was going to beat right through my chest. Why was I so freaking nervous? Honestly, I'd never been on a job interview in my life; why would I have been? This shouldn't have been a big deal though, I thought; I know this guy, it is practically in the bag. My eyes shot up to stare out in front me as the elevator stopped and the doors opened with a loud bing. Ruby rose from her desk as soon as she saw the elevator doors open and moved around front to greet me. I walked forward, brushing off the nervous tick that was attempting to consume me. Then I started to freak out, wondering if I had armpit sweat stains; do Kryptonians even sweat? I've never noticed before, but I felt like I was sweating as I slipped my hand into Ruby's for a firm shake.
"Pleasure to meet you Ms. Danvers, Mr. Wayne is ready for you; if you'd follow this way." She said with that same British accent I remembered hearing yesterday. She started her saunter down the massive hallway, idly referring to me over her shoulder as she walked.
"Mr. Wayne will be very pleased to know you arrived so early. He just loves punctuality," she said as I let the portfolio fall to my side, clutching it in my palm as I subtly glanced around at all the offices behind frosted glass windows.
"Oh, well, that's me most certainly, Ms. Punctual," I said, which, to be quite honest, was a total load of bull, but one must keep their appearances, right?
She suddenly stopped at the end of the hall in front of a pair of dark colored mahogany doors with huge brass door handles. The nameplate displayed across the front of one of the doors said it all- "Bruce Wayne, CEO". I felt a lump start to form in my throat; seriously what was wrong with me?
"Here we are, Ms. Danvers. I wish you the best of luck, I'm sure he will love you. Nice necklace by the way," she said, pointing to my bat charm hanging just at the right height to be aligned with my breasts; not like I planned that or anything. My hand reached up to run fingers across the charm with a smile.
"Thank you, I seem to have a fascination for creatures of the night." I sputtered out before she released a slightly pompous laugh, lightly touching my arm with her hand.
"Don't we all, go right on in, Ms. Danvers, and again, good luck," she said before she placed a hand on one of the door handles and opened it for me. My eyes rose slightly as the door opened, spotting the dark haired man from about 30 feet away in the center of the humungous office. I was pretty sure his office was as big as my entire apartment, possibly even bigger. I cleared my throat and took a few steps inside so that I was right at the precipice, giving Ruby enough room to shut the door behind me. Bruce was shuffling papers on his desk before his eyes finally lifted to land right at my black stilettos and gradually they began to raise, very, very slowly.
"Ms…Danvers?" He said, somewhat quizzically as he rose from his seat, staring at me. Did he recognize me already? I mean he was one of the world's best detectives right? I also happened to still be thirty feet away from him and after realizing this, I started to slowly walk towards him, using my fingers to brush some of the blonde locks from my eyes. I took a good look at him and found myself biting my lip. I hadn't seen Bruce out of his bat form in a very long time and I had to admit, he made suits look good- scratch that, damn good. I found myself idly wondering what he looked like out of any kind of suit- wait what, oh my God, focus Kara, I thought to myself. We then stood face to face, my hand extending to shake his own, fully lifting my chin to look at him and I could tell that's when the Great Detective solved the case. He shook my hand, bending his head down low enough to peer at my features and his eyes grew wide.
"Are you kidding me? Is this some kind of joke?" he said, which made me frown slightly, putting a hand on my hip.
"Excuse me? I didn't see any disclaimer on the job description stating people that you knew couldn't apply for the position," I said, which was entirely the truth and I could tell he felt slightly defeated as he idly tapped a very expensive golden pen on the wood of his desk and sat down. I chose to remain standing because I had a point to make.
"Did Clark put you up to this?" he said in his usual dull, serious tone; honestly, sometimes he could be such a wet blanket.
"You know that he did, but-," I started, and before I could even finish, Bruce had the phone to his ear, dialing a number faster than super speed. I lurched forward, leaning across his desk, depressing the receiver button to end the call whilst keeping my finger firmly placed. My chest was in line with Bruce's face and the bat charm swung idly back and forth. I watched his eyes drop, whether they were looking at my cleavage or the bat charm, I wasn't certain.
"Like what you see?" I said with raised eyebrows as Bruce's eyes panned up to meet mine and the phone receiver landed back on its cradle.
"You're the one aptly displaying the Wonder Twins; I am human after all, as you repeatedly remind me," he said with a light smirk as my form slowly made its way back to an upright position on the other side of his desk.
"Nice touch by the way," he said, gesturing towards the bat charm that I kneaded between my fingers. "Subtle," he said with a smirk and I'd swear he was actually amused a bit by my symbolism.
"Look, Bruce, I don't like this anymore than you do, but Clark insists that I start a job, an alter-ego, like the rest of you have. I, kind of, well…agree with him. Do not tell him I said that." I insist as I finally find myself comfortable enough to sit, crossing my legs unabashedly. Bruce watched those stems cross one over the other before he leaned back in his office chair in thought.
"Hm, I agree with him as well, but…we'll keep that between the two of us," he said with a wink before he rose from his chair, slipping his hands in his pockets and leaning on the corner of his desk near my position. I started to see why Bruce Wayne was known for being this infamous, charming playboy; he just absolutely oozed sensuality and smelled like vanilla, cedar, and pure alpha male. I rolled my eyes at myself, clearing my throat again.
"Would you honestly be willing to do absolutely all the tasks an intern is expected to do?" he asked as my eyebrows rose to the ceiling. My mouth worked faster than my brain as I began to sputter.
"What-, you mean like bending over your desk for you?" I said, suddenly feeling the blood rush to my cheeks whilst thanking anything that was Holy that Kryptonians didn't show skin fluctuations. Bruce's eyebrows rose before he let out a genuine, hearty laugh.
"Uh, no, you pervert, like getting my coffee, running errands, answering phones…normal, mundane personal assistant duties. However, I'm not against testing how much weight my desk can handle either," he said, form slightly leaning towards my own as I found myself leaning backward away from him, laughing nervously.
"I was totally testing you on the whole desk thing, I've gotta know the integrity of my future employer. Wouldn't want any HR issues or anything, right?" I said with a gulp as Bruce smirked and rose from the desk, making his way behind it once more. He sat down, making direct eye contact with me and I swear I could feel the clasp of my bra snap off from that look alone.
"You would be so lucky, Ms. Danvers," he said as I raised a hand to adjust the glasses on my face to detract from the look that involuntarily displayed itself. I cleared my throat and quickly changed the subject.
"Coffee, yes I can do coffee. You take it black, right?" I said as he folded his hands over one another in pure professionalism atop his desk.
"You already know me so well, Ms. Danvers. I see good things here," he said, still playing up my alter-ego, which was still taking some getting used to. I smiled at him as I adjusted in my seat.
"So, did I get the job?" I asked with peaked enthusiasm.
"If you are willing to do as I ask and keep face, if you know what I mean, I can see this working well. You can start tomorrow," he replied as he started to scribble on a piece of paper feverishly. I stood up and removed the hundred-dollar bill, extending it towards him.
"Perfect, thank you so much. Clark sends his regards," I said as Bruce stopped what he was writing to look at the money with a smirk.
"Keep it. Buy yourself another one of those skirts." He actually winked at me as I looked left to right, almost as if some invisible person might have seen that, as I tucked the money back into my pocket and rose from my seat, extending my hand for a shake.
"Seriously, thank you again for doing this, Bruce. I appreciate it," I said, fighting every compulsion to not end that statement with sarcasm or a witty anecdote. He shook my hand in return and smirked.
"I just hope you're ready for this," he said, back to his serious tone as I offered him a wicked grin in return.
"Ready to rumble," I replied as I walked towards the door, making sure to give him a good view of that skirt as I did so. Once I was on the other side of the door, I shut it and leaned my back against it with a sigh. I pushed the glasses off my nose and pushed them to the top of my head.
"What have I gotten myself into?" I said aloud to myself as a booming voice spoke from the opposite side of the door.
"I can still hear you," the voice said as I nearly jumped out of my skin, making a mad dash for the elevator pressing the button so many times, I almost pushed it in on itself. Once inside the elevator, I let out another sigh as my eyes scanned down to look at the bat charm around my neck and I bit my lip.
"Shit," is all I could think to say.