AN: Finally! Done with my summer reading and all
of its boring-some essays. Third chapter coming at you, folks.
Don’t wanna speak in
case it comes out wrong
Don’t wanna blink cause in a second you
could be gone
I need a twist to help me turn, turn this story
I need a bridge to cross this dangerous ground
Meet me in
the middle like I want you to
I gotta find your heart to shoot my
One That Got Away- Natasha Bedingfield
wasnt his normal prowling ground. Due to some recent drug activity
related to Intergang, he was stuck investigating undercover at Tonic,
a new club on the Gotham Strip. Bruce didnt attend clubs too
often- the loud music, pulsing floors and skimpy, wasted women
werent his sort of thing- if he had a thing
at all. The paparazzi had captured him slipping inside of the
building, so no doubt his face would be plastered on TMZ before the
night was over. Not that he cared, anyway. It just added another
dimension to Bruce Wayne, billionaire extraordinaire.
would you like to drink? The bartender brought him back to the
flashing lights and sweaty, drunk college girls on his left.
Scotch. On the rocks. The
redhead next to him giggled and almost drenched his jacket with
whatever girly umbrella drink she was draining.
my God. Im sooooo
sorry! She wiped his clean sleeve a couple times before sticking
out her hand, Im Hannah.
He stated and she giggled more.
duh. Everybody knows who you
He leaned in close and whispered in his playboy voice, I hadnt
noticed. Hannah continued her nasally giggle, glancing over at her
girlfriends who were eyeing up his form. The Scotch appeared in his
hand, thankfully, and he quietly slipped away as Hannah conversed
with her pals.
not here for flirting. Find the guy, get the information and get the
hell out of there.
yeah, I know, He muttered and dumped his glass back, feeling the
sudden burn of the liquor. Pushing past the dance floor, he made his
way to the back and sat down at an empty table topped with gum
wrappers and beer bottles. The music was especially annoying now,
blasting away at his skull with some upbeat pop song about falling
for a guy with a girlfriend. If his pride wasnt so important, he
would have rolled his eyes. What has music come to? That was one
thing he didnt invest in: record companies. Completely pointless,
with their floozy rap artists and hardcore rock bands. A hand
pressing on his shoulder awoke him from his internal rant.
seat taken? A gorgeous, blue-eyed blonde questioned from across
the table. He shook his head.
not at all, He smirked and watched as she sat down, pushing back
her long wave of hair to sip her drink- a classic Bacardi Mojito. Her
face revealed her exasperation- along with her arms crossed on the
table, obviously ignoring the sticky substances caked onto it.
made a huge mistake, She admitted to him, her eyes piercing his
thoughts- now slurred by the crease of her breasts peaking out of her
gold halter-top. Immediately, he figured she was some kind of
criminal and probably had a gun hidden in those tight dark-wash
you say that? She shrugged nonchalantly and took another drink.
not who you think I am.
just who are you? He tried to keep up the deep baritone, but her
words were beginning to confuse him. Another shrug.
doesnt matter. No one is who they are, right? He calmed,
figuring that she was blowing off steam from a rocky relationship. He
offered to buy her another drink and she snorted. Im all
right, She flicked her Mojito with a single un-manicured nail,
This is my sixth one, I believe. Any more and Ill be crying
over the bitch who stole my boyfriend on prom night, if you catch my
drift. He appreciated her brute honesty. He could relate, even
though he was the one
doing all the heartbreaking. To be fair, there had never been
a relationship to begin with, but Diana liked to assume there had.
to dance? The idea sprung upon him so quickly and so loudly, he
had no chance of taking it back. Damn it,
Wayne. Youre not here to pick up somebody elses psychotic
ex-girlfriend. Youre here to investigate! He
drank down the Bat for a moment, leaving his drink on the table with
hers and placed a hand on the small of her back. Five minutes later,
he realized that his invite had been bittersweet- he had lost sight
of the guy he was supposed to meet, but damn this woman could dance.
She pressed her hips against his, platinum hair swinging with the
rest of her, hands gripped tightly on his shoulders. The song pumped
into another, a slower one with less bass, so Bruce could hear his
own thoughts again. Suddenly, she pulled him from the floor and back
to their previous spot. His clothes were suffocating him, sticking to
his sweaty skin as he caught his breath. She, on the other hand, was
hardly breaking a sweat and her platinum hair was still straight and
perfect. Bruce didnt know what it was about this woman, but he
found himself addicted to her presence. Unfortunately, the man he had
tried to keep an eye on all night was missing and that meant he would
have to chase the man down. Which meant his mysterious rendezvous
would have to end.
would offer to buy you a drink, but Im pressed for time, His
fingers lingered on her face, outlining her jaw line with his thumb,
Places to go, people to see. She blushed, nodding and cracking
a smile for him.
He rose from the table and was headed towards the exit when she
called after him, Maybe well run into each other someday.
thats not going to happen. Bruce turned
back around, grinning.
wanted to see me? Diana questioned him- rather curtly- as she
stepped out of the transporter. Bruce winced at her tone on the
inside and on the outside, he barely blinked.
some information from Intergang. Thought you might want to see it.
The Bat Cave was especially drafty, compared to her warm, cozy bed
shed been in before Bruce had contacted her. Oddly enough, Bruce
didnt immediately kick-start the computer and instead whirled
around to face the Amazon princess. She eyed him suspiciously.
The corners of his mouth twitched slightly as he revealed a platinum
blonde wig from beneath his coat. She flashed him a brilliant smile.
Well, Bruce, you know I dont have any problem with your other
are you- He froze, eyes narrowing, -Anyway, I just wanted to
let you know that the next time you interrupt me from my work, there
will be serious consequences. She rolled her eyes. Did you
really expect me not to figure it out? A simple check of the
transporter logs is all I had to do.
no. I expected you to figure it out. Im just surprised that you
didnt earlier. Ignoring her teasing comment, he tossed the wig
aside and pressed his hand to the small of her back.
ever cross your mind that there would be a severe punishment for
wasting my time? She widened her eyes sarcastically and placed a
hand to her open mouth.
shocked, really. And
what is this severe punishment? Washing the BatMobile? He
shook his head and began to lead her up the caves steps to the
I dont have to wear my disguise do I? That wig sure was itchy.
Princess. No disguises.
Hope you enjoyed it.