The Moon is Made of Green Cheese

Chapter 11

I begin to head home but think but think better of it when I realize I should try to contact Batman to give him the information. I did still have the button he gave me and it wouldn't hurt to try to get ahead of Black Mask while we could. I pick a random building and climb to the top, breath heavy. Wow I really need to start working out again.

Maybe I should start climbing or dancing or something cool like that....... nah I don't have the time. A warm breeze blows through as I make it to the top of the building. I hear the faint sounds of yelling below but ignore it. It sounded like a couple fighting. I press the button and wait.

Four minutes later I hear someone land behind me and I turn holding out the papers. "Black mask. The formula is basically an acid to burn people's faces off." Batman takes them with a nod.

"Good. Stick close to Bruce Wayne, Black Mask has a nasty habit of trying to murder him." I smirk.

"Duly noted." I pause. "So what am I? Your partner?"

"Try consultant."

I scoff, feeling a little hurt. I thought I'd earned his trust with the whole putting myself in danger to defuse a bomb. "Way to make a girl feel appreciated." Batman rolls his eyes and disappears. Time to contact Bruce Wayne for Ice cream after a shower.

Surprisingly Bruce Wayne texts first. I almost fall in the shower when the ding scares me, but that's besides the point.

'Interested in grabbing food?'

'Sure, the usual?'

'I was thinking somewhere a little more upscale.'

'Sushi?'

'More like Irma's' I pause.

'Isn't that like the creme al la creme place where appetizers are 50 bucks?'

'Well I figured for a first date...'

'First date?'

'Are you interested?' Was I interested? This was Gotham's most eligible bachelor, and probably the only friend outside of Gotham's criminals of Legal system I'd made. It's didn't hurt that he was sweet and funny and I was supposed to be watching over him too.

'Yes, what time?'

'7:00?'

'Good for me, see you!'

Something told me I needed to go shopping because I wasn't sure the last time I had gone out. A quick trip to The Highlander produced a floor length lavender purple dress that cost about ten of my paychecks. On the plus side I had a new nice dress. I'd also grabbed a new pantsuit while I was at it, my other two were getting old and raggedy.

Getting ready was shoving myself into the slim dress, finding beige heels from the back of my closet, wrestling my long curly hair into a nice bun, and brushing my teeth. So about five hours after Bruce had texted me I was reevaluating the contents of my purse I heard a knock on the door. It revealed a handsome man dressed to the peak of fashion.

"Heather." He greeted, his voice wavered and it brought a heavy blush to my cheeks. It made me feel even prettier than I already had and I couldn't help but hope I'd be feeling that way for the rest of the date.

"Bruce!" I jump into a hug, trying to cover up the blush. He doesn't even stumble when I hit him, encircling me in his arms. A hearty chuckle leaves his mouth.

"Hello, it hasn't been that long." I pull away and level him with a serious look. Blush be damned I wasn't going to let him think I was that desperate.

"I didn't miss you, I was just trying to get to your wallet."

"Oh, I see." A wide smirk crosses his lips. "And why is that."

I give him a sly smile. "Well I need the money to pay for our dinner don't I?" He only rolls his eyes and offers me his arm.

"Shall we be off?"

I snatch up my purse from the counter and accept his arm. "We shall."