For many years I had lived in London, England. It was my home, it was where I grew up. I had even began my own company in England. It was a profitable company that thrived the more I ran it. However, I needed much more in my life. I never felt like I belonged in London. I needed to leave, and find my place. Find my new dream. I had to start somewhere. I figured the one thing that made me happy here was helping people. The one city in the world that needs help more than anything else is Gotham City, in the US. So that's where I decided to head. I handed my company over to my lifelong business partner, Tony. He was a very arrogant man but he always made the right decisions. In all honesty, he did more running of the company than I did half the time.
I had made my way to my new home, an apartment complex near the edge of Gotham City. It was small, beautiful, quiet, and I could see so much of Gotham from my window. I had received a letter recently that invited me to a gala, a celebration for Wayne Enterprises 25th Anniversary, held by Bruce Wayne himself. Although I had been in Gotham for many weeks, I had never had the pleasure of meeting the famed Bruce Wayne. All I could gather about the man was from tabloids. The tabloids simply described him as a charming playboy. I figured I may as well attend the gala, out of respect if nothing else.
I arrived at what seemed to be a large mansion on the other side of the hill I lived near. I had no idea I lived so close to the richest man in Gotham. Once I walked through the doors, I was greeted by an elderly man with a tray of drinks. I simply took one and walked into the main ballroom. I noticed many people in the large room, almost none of whom had I ever met. I noticed only one familiar face.
"Jim!" I greeted as I approached the man. He turned to address me and smiled.
"Y/N, how lovely that you could make it!" He turned at rested a hand on my shoulder, over my dress's one sleeve.
"I wouldn't pass up a chance to meet more people, Mr. Gordon. Do you mind pointing me in the direction of the host? I would love to thank him for the invitation." Jim smiled at me and pointed to a very tall man talking with many people in the center of the room. I nodded my thanks to Jim and left him to his previous conversation. I approached the man I recognized from the tabloids to be Bruce Wayne.
"Y/N L/N, so glad you could make it." He said as I approached.
"Of course, what better way to get to know the city?" I asked him and smiled, as he returned it.
"Would you care for a drink?" He asked. I declined and went about my evening. I mingled and met many important people in the city of Gotham.
A few mornings after this night I decided to take a walk dow the street to a nice cafe I had been recommended by the Commissioner. I ordered my breakfast and was about to take my seat by one of the windows when i noticed a familiar face.
"Bruce Wayne." I stated as I approached his table. "What's such a busy man like yourself doing in a small cafe like this?" I asked him jokingly with a grin.
"Well, Y/N I am just a normal person like you thank you very much." He said, returning my grin. "Why don't you join me?" He asked and gestured to the booth opposite him.
"It would be my pleasure." I replied and too the seat. We ended up talking forever, long after the normal hours of a breakfast.
"Y/N, would you like to join me on a date one evening?" He suddenly asked me. His question caught me by surprise and my eyes widened. I suddenly remembered what everyone I had met so far in Gotham had said about Bruce, the richest playboy in the world. My heart sank, I truly did like Bruce, but did he like me?
"I don't know who you think I am, Mr. Wayne, but I refuse to be one of your toys, or your challenges." I said with authority. His eyes widened in surprise and a hint of sadness washed over them, but it was gone as soon as I had noticed it.
" Miss Y/N, I think you're an extravagant young woman with a beautiful heart and a peculiar gift of getting me to speak my mind to a near stranger. You make me feel like theres one person on this earth that will talk to me like an equal, not as Bruce Wayne. I'm curious about you, and I don't want to let you slip away when you may be my only chance at real love." Bruce said, never shifting his gaze from my eyes. My eyes narrowed at him. I want nothing more than to believe him, but can I? I suppose I have nothing to lose.
"Alright, Mr. Wayne, it seems I have misjudged you. What did you have in mind?" I asked.
"A dinner, at my home." He replied with a grin. My smile faded and he noticed. " Believe me, my friend and butler, Alfred, can cook anything you would like, much better than any restaurant in Gotham." He looked at me with a slight trace of hope in his eyes, which I reciprocated, along with a bit of caution.
"Alright, when?" I asked.
"Whenever you're free." He replied.
"Well, I hate to inform you but I'm almost always free. I have yet to find my place here in Gotham."
"Well then, how about tomorrow night? What would you like for dinner?" He asked and I pondered.
"How about steak." I replied with a grin. I had yet to find a place in Gotham that served good steak.
"And?" He asked, waiting for more requests.
"Surprise me." I answered and grabbed my things and walked out the door.
