We Don't Use GUNS!

Dinner and an Interview

Alfred hurried into the foyer to open the door. The only thing worse than having unprepared hosts was letting guest go ignored. At the front door Damian was waiting, arms crossed and tapping his foot.

"Pennyworth. You are getting slow." The boy observed.

The butler let the announcement go unacknowledged as he reached the door.

First at the door was Lucius Fox, followed by the person of the hour, Charlotte Callaway. Alfred opened the door wide and fanned out his arm to invite them in.

"Mr. Fox, lovely to see you again, and I assume this is Miss Callaway. Welcome to Wayne Manor," the butler did a slight bow as they entered. However the guest's entry was was short lived when they were stopped by a 'Tsk' coming from below. "This is Master Damian Wayne, and I am Alfred Pennyworth." The butler bowed his head in introduction. Damian just scanned the young women up and down.

Charlotte took a step forward, her heels clicked on the Manor floor. There was no dress code for the night but she knew that just meant business casual. She wore a long black pair of slacks that flowed down from where they hugged her hips, making her legs race for miles. She paired the pants with a tight fitted, white collared, button up. Damian noticed how she had rolled the sleeves up to her elbows and undid the first few buttons, he had found the outfit odd. He knew when a women was trying to seduce his father with a deep neckline and tight clothing. Although her goal wasnt to be seductive Damian deduced, but rather comfortable in a new type of clothing that was not her usual style.

Unprofessional, he thought.

From reading the information Tim had dug up, Damian was expecting jeans and grease stains, the files had said she was a southern mechanic after all. He made a mental bet with himself that she would at least have a terrible and unintelligent accent.

Then she spoke.

"Thank you, Mr. Pennyworth," she held out her hand for him to shake, "it's a pleasure to meet you," she turned to Damian and held out her hand to him as well, "and you too, Damian." The woman smiled at him. Damian made the decision that he would hate her.

He hated how he lost a bet he made with himself. He hated how she had a firm handshake. And he hated how his father would hire her because of her qualifications. He hated how he knew his father would eventually ask her to stay the night because of her good looks. He was, after all, a very hateful child.

"Callaway," said the boy after he dropped her hand.

Alfred jumped in to ease the situation, "Miss Callaway, please call me Alfred, and I'll be here for your every need."

"Of course, but only if you call me Charlie." She turned and gave her attention back to the butler. Who responded with a nod but would not be calling her anything but Ms. Callaway.

"Alright, enough with the pleasantries, what's for dinner?" Lucius furthered the conversation

"Mr. Fox, you know I'm not one to ruin a surprise, but I assure you, dinner will be much to your liking. Now, please let me take your coat, then I will escort you towards the dining room." Lucius let Alfred take his coat and hung it in the foyer closest.

Charlie did not bring a coat, it was about 65 degrees out right now, although everyone knows Gotham got cold when the sun went down.

"No coat." Damien remarked when Alfred disappeared into the closest.

"Hmh", Charlie hummed back a tune that she hadn't caught the question.

"Now Damien, you play nice, what would your father say about you interrogating a dinner guest?", Lucius walked up and put a hand playfully on the boy's shoulder, to which he shrugged off and then made way for the dining room.