Bruce's P.O.V.
I saw that a silent alarm was tripped at the museum, so I rushed over and found Catwoman fighting a masked man dressed in rags. A new villain, named Ragdoll. He had trapped her in a display and was going for a cat painting.
"Mmm, the price tag on this pop might make a cat person of me yet," Ragdoll mused.
"After tonight, I guarantee you won't be a bat person," I said as I revealed myself.
"The Batman," Catwoman purred.
"Competition, eh?" Ragdoll asked.
I pushed my cape away from my shoulders, just as he started rolling toward me. When he was close, he kicked me in the chest and knocked me down. I was shocked, he was so skinny I couldn't imagine him having that kind of strength. But I quickly recovered and stood, avoiding a few punches before I grabbed his arm and twisted it behind him.
"Oh, oh no!" Ragdoll cried somewhat dramatically. "My arm!"
Annoyed, I let him go, and he went onto his knees. He stood and started twisting his arms and body in odd positions, and I realized he was double-jointed just about everywhere in his body, and flexible.
"Neat, huh?" He asked.
We started fighting again, and I took him more seriously this time. He managed to push me away, and in that time he grabbed the painting and started to crawl into the vent he came through. I grabbed the frame of the painting, but he ripped the actual painting off of it to get away.
"Toodles!" Ragdoll called.
I tossed aside the frame and turned to find Catwoman had escaped as well. With nothing to gain by staying, I went back home. I found Ella in the cave, reading over a list of names.
"What's this?" I asked.
"I'm trying to familiarize myself with the people who are going to that event we're going to tomorrow night," Ella explained.
"Oh, I forgot about that."
"Are you still interested in going?"
"Did we R.S.V.P?"
"Yeah."
"Then we don't have much of a choice. If we don't show up, people will start asking questions."
"Well, then, it's a good thing I got your tux dry-cleaned."
Ella's P.O.V.
It was the night of the party, for what I wasn't exactly sure, and Bruce was off talking to some investors or company friends. I decided to hang out at the bar because I wasn't interested in talking to anyone. With a sigh, I turned to order.
"One water with-"
"One water with-"
I paused and looked at the woman next to me, who was ordering the same thing, and we both smiled before laughing. She was gorgeous, wearing a slim red dress, gold jewelry, and her long black hair up in a ponytail. For a second I was glad Bruce was married, or I might've been worried.
"Make that two waters with lemon, please," I said to the bartender before turning to the woman. "I wonder what else we have in common, Miss...?"
"Kyle," she responded. "Selena Kyle."
I held out my hand. "I'm Eleanor."
"Wayne, I know. But, who knew Gotham's Princess had such a grip."
"It's a must, when in my line of work."
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A Man With Two Masks// Bruce Wayne Love Story
FanfictionEleanor Allen is the sister of Barry Allen, aka the Flash. After the particle accelerator explosion, she moved to Gotham City. When she gets an app that helps her find a date, she never expected to find the man she found.