Chaos of the heart (Batman x Reader)

Chapter 3

-Bruce POV-

What is it that fascinates me so much about her? Where other women lie at my feet does she just looks at me with those (e/c) eyes as if she sees through me.

Could she be able to find my secret?

(y/n) Anderson is so different from the other reporters I've met. While the others trying to just uncovering another scandal of mine and asking me the same boring questions over and over again, does she give me the feeling that she wants to meet the real me, the Bruce Wayne.....

But i can't show her the real me.... Or can I?

-(y/n) POV-

>He said he wants to know more about me? But why me? I didn't wanted to be here in the first place and now I'm stuck here in this situation, in this room with this handsome Man. Wait what!? NO!!! Brain stop that! What should I do? Oh gosh I didn't thought that my first own interview would be that... I don't know.... confusing?<

"Ms Anderson?"

His deep voice pulled me out of my thoughts again. I looked at him in confusion and saw that he reached out his hand in my direction.

>What is he trying to do? Does he want to touch me? Is he taking advantage of the opportunity now? That would only prove me what kind of Playboy he really is!< The thoughts just races through my brain. I took a short breath to get my thoughts back in order and then I saw that he just tried to grabbed the Dictaphone and held it in front of his face and turned it around for a moment to examine it more closely. His eyes opened slightly as if he had found what he was looking for. He hold the gadget close to his mouth and his eyes were focused on me when he opened his mouth.

"So Ms Anderson I hope I have answered your questions sufficiently to your satisfaction but as you have hears I have to go to another meeting. Goodbye Ms Anderson."

As he said this he winked at me as if to tell me I shouldn't take this serious and he hit the stop recording button and placed the device back at the table. I was so confused first he said he wanted to know more about me and now he ended the interview by himself. I saw perplexed at my Notebook to check if he really answered all of the question but no there were a few left. He must have seen my confusion on my face because I only heard a small harsh laugh from his direction and I looked up at him again.

"You look really cute when you're confused!"

I felt all my blood rush to my face an immediately, thousand of thoughts raced through my head but I have to stay focused, so I cleared my throat, straighten up my back look deep in his brown eyes and said.

"Mr Wayne this is a serious interview and such sentences have no place in such interviews and can you please explain to me why you switched of my device!"

His eyes widened in surprise, as if it doesn't happen to him very often that women don't fall for his flirtation. But as quickly as this look was there, it disappeared and on his face you could see this one-sided grin again, he leaned back on the chair next to me and his eyes never left me.

"Well as I told you earlier I want know more about you, but this is not a part of Mr Brown interview so I took the liberty to end this interview to find out more about you Ms (y/n) Anderson."
he said with a deep look in my eyes.

There where a few seconds of silence before I opened my mouth.

" There is not much to know about me Mr Wayne" I said with a confident stare in his eyes.

"Well let me find this out Ms Anderson"

I cleared my throat and pushed my butt all the way back into the chair and straightened my back again before I tried to answer.

"Well I was born and raised here in Gotham and after graduation I went to a college outside of my home to study photography and journalism, after 7 years I got homesick and I moved back to my Hometown and since then I've been working for the Gotham gazette as a photographer, and now I'm here at my first own Interview."

Mr Wayne just looked at me and nodded slightly.

" Photography and Journalism.... Tell me, was ist Robert Capa, Henri Cartier-Bresson, David Seymour or George Rodger who made you fall in Love with Journalism Photography?"

I had to admit I was surprised, I never thought rich Bruce Wayne would know anything about this area. So far I've only met a few. I smiled to myself and glanced down at my hands and back at Mr Wayne and licked my lips. I couldn't stop myself but to smile.

"Robert Capa"

He just looked at me and said
"I would have guessed Cartier-Bresson"

I raised one eyebrow slightly and I couldn't stop smiling.

"What are you plans for your future?"

"Well I would like to have more tasks as a Journalist and not only as a Photographer, that's why this interview is so important to me, to prove my chef that I'm worth it."
I said with a triumphant smile.

"What do you think about that Gotham is the crime richest city?"

"Well I grow up here so it is normal to me, it's my home I could never turn my back at it, but with Batman on the Streets I feel a bit safer when I'm outside."

"So you like what he's doing out there?"

"Well Mr Wayne I have to admit not very much. I'm not a big fan of his self-justification, but Batman is an icon for the people out there. A symbol of hope that sometime in the future you can go out on the streets without fear again, that someone is out there who can safe us from all the corruption and criminals"

He just looked at me and said nothing

-Timeskip-

After the conversation i get back to my work cropped the Audio file and with a few notes I send it all to my colleague so he can write his article.

Two days has past after this Strange Interview with Bruce and I thought that I would never see him again, where I wouldn't object if it stayed it that way but I would be so wrong as so often. The head of my Boss looked through his door and just said:

"Anderson in my office, please!"

I stood up and strolled in his office.

"John told me that your notes helped him a lot on writing his article and that I should thank you on his behalf. He would like to do it himself, but he's already on the road again for research purposes."

"Thank you Sir!"
I just nodded, and when I made the decency of stooping over to my table, thinking that was all, did Mr Dawis stopped me right away.

"Wait (y/n) a few minutes ago I got a call from Bruce Wayne himself and he would like to meet both of us for a business dinner tomorrow evening, I'll email you the appointment." he explained to me, as he looked at me he saw the surprise and was it disgust? I didn't know it myself.

"I don't know what kind of business he want to talk about with me but apparently you made an impression on him, so please go back to your Work and like I said I send your the appointment per mail."

I just nodded and went to my table with a perplexed expression in my face.

>what kind of business does he want to discuss with us and why do I have to be there?<

I checked my email and there was a message from my boss...
"Friday 7 p.m. before Armadale Gotham. Oh god that's one of the most expensive restaurants in Gotham and that tomorrow...." I said silently to myself and just banged my head on the table and groaned softly.

-Authors note-

So here is the third chapter I hope you like it <3

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