A Heart Of Kryptonite

The Invite

"Excuse me, whoops! I'm so sorry," you tried to weave your way down the busy corridors of Wayne Industries. You were holding a bunch of blue prints and documents which urgently needed to be signed by Mr. Wayne.

Adjusting your peacock blazer and cotton shirt, you balled your hand into a fist and knocked on the door then entered.

"Good morning Mr. Wayne, it's a pleasure to see you alive and well. I have the the blueprints about a device the science department are cooking up and documents which need to be signed by the Wayne himself," you sat down in front of him and placed everything on his desk. His office was the best in the facility, one wall was just a window which had the best view over Gotham. When you had meetings with him you often found yourself just staring out the window.

"Thank you, (Y/N), for sorting out all this work, you truly represent this company well," he complimented as he flicked through the pages and effortlessly signed his name. "Which is why it wasn't hard for me to come to this decision. I've been invited to a gala and I want you to come with me. I may be a little preoccupied with other responsibilities - it's at Alexander Luthor's home and hosted by the man himself. Now, off you pop, I'll email you further details later."

You stared at the man in astonishment. Thanking him, you slipped out the room. A gala as Bruce Wayne's partner? This would sure as hell boost your career. Here's to all the people who said I would go nowhere in life you thought. People looked at you with furrowed eyebrows as you walked back to your office; they wouldn't even begin to believe the reason behind your smile. Happiness bubbled within you. There may even be a chance to meet Luthor himself, although that probably wouldn't happen. But hey - you'd love to meet your rival company leader and give him piece of mind.

The rest of your day was spent in a day dream about the gala. Your eyes were on your computer screen, your body was in your office but your mind was somewhere else. A ping from your computer caught your attention; the email containing the details.

From: Bruce Wayne

Subject: Gala

As you know it will be held at Luthor's home in Metropolis. I will have a car pick you up tomorrow at 20:00 so be prompt. Wear a nice dress, you are truly a face of my company and I'm glad to have you to represent.

Kindest Regards,

Bruce.

Your eyes were so excited to read the email that they didn't even register the words. Soon you got off shift and sprinted home. You kicked of your shoes and went straight to bed since your mother wouldn't be home yet. No matter how tired you were, the anticipation flowing throughout your body just wouldn't allow you to sleep. You watched the red numbers of your alarm clock change as tomorrow drew closer. Oddly, your mind was drawn to Lex Luthor. Like he was a magnet that kept dragging you back - you hadn't even met him. Everyone who you had ever spoken you had definitely heard your infamous rants about slagging the boy off and complaining about every decision Lexcorp has ever made. Mid-thought you fell into a peaceful sleep.

Ding, Ding, Ding!

Your much repelled alarm clock went off. Like every morning you groggily got out of bed but after a hazy mind set you were filled with joy. Today you had a skip in your step due to the gala happening later that day.

Why whenever there is something remotely exciting happening does time go slow? As if it would rather you do anything but be happy at upcoming events. It felt that time was your enemy; the day was too slow. Like every other day you got breakfast then headed to work. After a few hours you got a visitor.

"Hey girl, so is it true?" Someone sat at your desk while you were typing away.

"Hey Rose," you sighed. Rose was your other half - she had been your best friend and supporter through it all. "Is what true?"

"You and Bruce Wayne? Lex Luthor's gala tonight? I need the details," she kicked her legs back and forth excited for answers. Sighing, you slouched back on your computer chair.

"I may be going alongside Bruce," you shut your eyes and grinned.

"What about if you meet Lex? You'll probably hit him you hate him that bad," she giggled and so did you. "Anyway, the papers will go crazy over you and Bruce. You're so lucky, I'd do anything to even touch that mans muscles," Rose fluttered her eyelashes and you shoved her off your desk.

"I'm kidding. Besides, you should get going. I'll cover your work. You get home and get looking glammed up!"

"Really? Oh Rose, thank you so much!" You were a few inches taller than Rose so you picked her up and squeezed her as hard as you could. She used her hands to shoo you out your office and you giggled.

As soon as you got home you skimmed your wardrobe for a dress. Everything was either to old or too childish. Lightly, you brushed your fingertips over a dress that was hidden amongst the others. The chest part was black while from the waist down it was a sea foam colour.

You put the dress on and twirled; it lifted up slightly which made you feel angelic. The feeling was only expanded when you added a light layer of make up on and let your hair loose. After every hurdle you had faced working your way to the top, it had been worth it. You had gotten dressed a little early so sat patiently on your bed for a few hours.

Your phone lit up and it was a message from Bruce saying he was outside. A black set of heels awaited you at the door and you put them on before heading out.

"You look lovely," Bruce leaned against the car and greeted you.

"You don't look too bad yourself, shall we get going?"