My Only Request

Emily

"Ms Nelson, Director Wayne is on line 2, he says its urgent" a hurried voice calls out from over a desk, the young woman's features barely visible over her old-fashioned computer.

"Darling, can you tell him to find a pair of balls, and when he does, he can come speak to me." A confident voice filled the office, followed by the clicking of a crisp new pair of Louboutin's.

"Uhm, Ms Nelson, I don't think that's – "the young woman's reply came back shaky and unsure as she flustered around her cramped office cubicle

"Don't think darling, just do" the tall blonde replied as she peered over the cubicle divider

"Yes ma'am, sorry Ms Nelson" the young woman replied meekly

"Don't apologize sweetie, its ugly" the model-esque woman began to take longer strides towards her own personal office and as her heels began to click on the porcelain floor, she turned to call out to those who would listen, "It's a mans world these days ladies, you gotta grab em' by the balls and make sure they know they're worthless" she smirked as she turned and shut the door behind her

Emily Nelson is one of Gotham's most successful fashion writers and Vice President of Wayne Enterprises. She dabbled in many things, but business was her forte. She is also one of Gotham's biggest mysteries.

Emily moved to Gotham a little over 5 years ago, nobody knows why. She is one the most eligible bachelorettes in town, never married, no kids and painstakingly beautiful. Almost too good to be true.

"Ms Nelson, I hear you have a problem with my balls again" A deep voice reverberates off the walls as a tall, elegant and strikingly handsome man makes his way through Emily's office

"Oh, sit down Bruce, let me fix you a drink" Emily smirks cheekily as she rises gracefully from her white leather office chair and makes her way to a small bar containing a variety of expensive whiskeys, bourbons and Emily's favourite poison. Gin.

She carefully put together two lemon infused martinis and returned to her desk, handing one of the drinks to her associate, Bruce Wayne.

"So, tell me Brucie, what's so urgent you've gotta go fluster my employees?" Emily mumbled over the rim of her glass

"There's a LuthorCorp expo coming to town next week and I want to be one of the first bidders on their new line of 'products'" Bruce announces excitedly, using the term 'products' quite loosely

"You want to get in bed with those psychos?" Emily replied, unimpressed

"They're about to launch a new quantum processor, this is military grade shit Emily, I've been wanting to get my hands on this for years" his tone became more serious now "and besides, I trust the Luthor's"

"Right" Emily nearly spits the drink from her mouth "until one of them has a psychotic break and their share prices plummet once again" she regained her seriousness

"We won't be seeing Lex for a long time" Bruce reassures her "It's the sister, Lena, she's got quite the scientific mind and a business genius"

"Well I wouldn't trust them as far as I could throw them, which isn't very far mind you, my personal trainer is doing jack shit for my upper body strength, between my legs however" Emily rose from her chair with a wink directed at Bruce "that's a different ball game down there" she whispered

Bruce swallowed hard as he watched Emily turn to walk away

"He's a lucky man" Bruce smirked

"Who said it was a him?" Emily remarked as she turned to throw a serious glance in Bruce's direction