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Chapter 22: Date Night with Ice Cream
I was sitting in the kitchen of the penthouse, eating cereal when Bruce walked in dressed in a suit and tie. I looked at him totally gob smacked at how handsome he always looked in a suit. "Wow, look at you. So who's the lucky girl?"
"Natascha," Bruce said. "She's a Prima ballerina for the Moscow Ballet."
"Oh," I said. "And you're taking her out on a date tonight?"
"Yeah, you got any big plans?"
"Nope, just gonna sit in my bed, eat chocolate ice cream, and watch some lousy TV," I said. "I say lousy cause there's no high speed chase scene with the tumbler," I grumbled, making him chuckle.
"Yeah, the glory days," Bruce reminiscent.
"So, you're going out to the same restaurant that Rachel is?" I inquired.
Bruce stopped tying his tie, and went rigid. "How….?"
"Did I know? Come on, Bruce. You've been following her for a year," I said. "You decided you wanted to get to know this Harvey Dent. Kinda spooky, but you have you're quirks. I'll leave them to you."
"I just…want to make sure we can trust him, you know?" Bruce said. "Want to make sure he's the real deal."
"I get you," I said. "Just…don't loose yourself too much. Can you at least promise me that?"
Bruce smiled and walked over to me. He tapped my nose. "I'll be more than okay. Enjoy you're night."
"You too," I said, watching him walk out the door, taking his keys with him to the Lamborghini.
Natacsha was one lucky woman tonight. I scowled at the thought. It's fine. Nothing. I have no feelings towards Bruce. Or maybe I did. I wasn't sure.
I tapped my fingers along the countertop, and stared into my Apple Jacks cereal. I was dressed in my pj's ready to just vedge out tonight.
But a big part of me really wanted to see how this date was going to go, but who could I call? I had nobody. I wasn't even on the dating scene, and I wasn't splashed across page five on the Daily Gotham newspaper anymore.
I pulled up my cell phone that rested beside my cereal and high lighted some names on there. I had Fox's number, Bruce's number, and Alfred's number. Wow, my social circle was small. I also still had Liz's number from my old job, but no doubt she would be working on Friday date nights.
Question is, did I really want to go to the dinner? He'd be staring at Rachel, and trying to see what Harvey Dent was like. I wasn't sure if I wanted to be apart of it. I frowned, and felt my shoulders slump forward.
I could see if Coleman Reese would like to go to dinner with me, but did I want to go out with him? No. That was bad. I didn't want to just use him like that. I didn't use people that could be my gain.
I sighed. Alone tonight I was while Bruce went out with a Russian ballerina.
~*TDK*~
A/n: Awe, poor Mel!