a cure i know, the batman fanfiction.

prince of gotham

Birdie arrived earlier the next day, having confirmed the night before that her Vespa had indeed gotten stolen; she had already asked Samantha, her boss, about the possibility of getting a corporate car which was immediately rejected due to the nature of her job. Technically, Birdie could work from home, she just loved to get her hands dirty, so she was going to have to get used to cabs.

She checked in about thirty minutes before she should and chose that today was going to be the day she actually got some words out of Bruce Wayne. Phrases, complete phrases. At least one phrase. Or something that wasn't a monosyllable. Maybe a few nods.

Birdie had a fulfilling, wholesome chat with Alfred before she actually planned what to say. She wasn't a journalist, but she needed to get to know Bruce if she actually wanted to help with his public image. She guessed that spending the day with him could do the job.

Help her understand him better.

By the time she had explained to Alfred, over a cup of tea, what she was planning for the day, he had gently nudged her to Bruce's room. She frowned, remembering the office being down the other part of the hall, but apparently she had arrived just in time to watch something not many were lucky enough to witness. A sleeping Bruce Wayne being woken up by his butler.

Birdie let out a silent snort when she saw the mess of tangled hair and smudged eyeliner on his face. She wondered if he had a habit of doing make up or if maybe he had gone to a concert the night before, but chose not to pry too much yet and waited outside.

Once Alfred came out, he gave her a knowing look and let out a quiet "Good luck, Miss Jones" as he gave her space to get in. She took a deep breath as she stood face to face to the sleeping beauty, and he froze. He was wearing an oversized black shirt, a pair of grey sweatpants and he looked absolutely betrayed. 

Betrayed and terrified, like a black cat that you encounter on the street and want to pet so bad but it's doing that side walk weird thing it does  as it's hair stands up and yet it doesn't hiss at you.

"Miss Jones," he acknowledged her presence with a curt nod. It was awkward, there was a certain tension on his posture and Birdie felt like laughing, but she didn't.

"Good morning, Mr. Wayne" she exclaimed brightly. He narrowed his eyes "Ready for our little adventure?"

Bruce raised an eyebrow, he was baffled and frozen yet again "Adventure?"

"Yes!" she answered quickly, settling herself beside him instead of in front. She was considerably smaller, but she figured anyone would be next to a 6'1 man. "You see, I was talking to Alfred about getting to know you better so I can do my job well, and told him my idea of spending the day with you! He loved it!"

He pressed his lips together, looking visibly uncomfortable. 

Birdie gave him some space.

"He did?"

She nodded enthusiastically. He was deeply irritated by her sentiment and with a resigned sigh, Bruce turned and began to walk towards the elevator. Birdie followed with a quick step and an excited energy, her iPad ready to brainstorm.

The first stop was Wayne Enterprises' Gym. A private side of the Wayne Enterprises Gym. Birdie was pretty sure no one else knew about this place and, to be quite honest, she wasn't sure she would be able to find it again on her own. She made a mental note of asking someone for some kind of map of Wayne Tower.

Bruce moved through his workout routine and, despite never liking bulked men, Birdie surprised herself admiring the way the muscles on his back clenched. The light was hitting him softly, perfectly, his breathing heavy and the occasional subtle groans leaving his mouth. She blushed, abruptly distracting herself with her iPad.