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A/N: Not a lot of action in this chapter, just setting up what will later be a source of tension... I will try to update again soon. I've actually been writing this story out on paper and transferring it to my computer!
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Anne didn’t want to be here: a charity gala held by Wayne Industries. Jim had been required to go as the new Commissioner, and his wife, Barbara, wasn’t interested (plus, she had the children to look after), so Anne had been wrangled into it. She had bought an expensive dress for the event - thank god for her salary increase - and dutifully accompanied her boss.
“I’ve never even been to one of these before and I already hate it” she whispered to Jim as they sat at a table and drank club sodas. People were milling around the room, taking seats and talking. Of all places, Wayne was holding this particular gala in his Gotham penthouse.
Jim fussed with the bow tie on his tuxedo. “Hey, I’m the one dressed up like an ape” he retorted. “You look beautiful”
Anne had chosen a long, flowing black gown with spaghetti straps: the dress had a trail of faux diamonds that started between her breasts on the top and extended down into her skirt on a diagonal slant. She wore her long, raven hair up in a bun on her head, had a pair of strappy black heels on her feet, and carried a small black purse with her. Inside of the bag was a lipstick, her cigarettes, her badge and gun. Jim had told her that she didn’t need the weapon, but since he was unarmed and the Commissioner of Police, she firmly intended on being able to protect him. “You may think I look good, Gord, but this outfit wasn’t cheap”
Jim chuckled softly. “Expense it, I’ll sign off on it”
“Can’t do that and you know it, Gord…” Anne replied, smiling.
She paused when she saw a man enter the room: it was Bruce Wayne, she knew him from photographs. He was a very handsome man… he looked even better in person. He began to make his way around the tables, greeting guests. Even though he was attractive, Anne knew that he was a playboy, not her type.
“Tell me he’s not coming over here” she begged Jim.
“Of course he is, Anne, it’s his benefit”
Wayne was getting closer: he had just turned and seen the Commissioner.
“I’m going to get you for this, Gord” Anne whispered under her breath.
“Be nice, and that’s an order” he murmured back.
“Commissioner Gordon!” Bruce Wayne greeted, smiling. “I’m so glad you could make it”
“I’m glad to be here, Mr. Wayne” Gordon replied, standing up and shaking the Billionaire’s hand.
Anne rose as well, following Jim’s lead.
“Well, it’s always nice to have the police present” Bruce stated. He pivoted a bit and locked onto Anne. “Is this your wife?”
“Barbara couldn’t make it” Jim covered. “This is Lieutenant Anne O’Malley, my second-in-command”
Without skipping a beat, Anne offered Bruce her hand to shake: but when he grasped her flesh, he surprised her by leaning down and kissing the back of her hand.
“I’m charmed” Bruce stated softly. “I have to say, Lieutenant, you don’t look like a police officer…”
Jim knew that Anne wouldn’t like that comment, so he stepped in before she had a chance to get angry. “She’s the best damn police officer I know”
Bruce smiled at her warmly. Anne was doing her damn best to not find him attractive, but it wasn’t working.
“I should greet my other guests” Bruce announced, reluctantly letting go of her hand. “Hopefully I’ll get to talk to the both of you again before the night is over”
They both watched Bruce leave and then they took their seats once more.
“See, he wasn’t that bad” Jim consoled.
Anne was beside herself… she couldn’t believe how she had physically reacted to the sight of the Billionaire. After all, the man was nothing like Bats… Turning to her superior, Anne sighed. “You owe me a dance”
Jim lifted his eyebrow at her. “You’d drag your superior onto the dance floor and embarrass him over that?”
She guffawed. “You’re a great dancer, Gord… and yes, I would”
He laughed softly. “Fine, but no tangos… Barbara finds those indecent”
“Hey” Anne retorted, grinning, “I’m the ‘work wife’, remember? Live a little”
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Anne and Jim had done four dances, actually, by the time he decided to mingle. Since the party had been quiet, Anne decided to slip out onto the balcony of Bruce Wayne’s penthouse to have a cigarette.
Gotham looked lovely, the buildings lit, the traffic moving on the street below. As she smoked, she wondered about the people in the cars beneath her, where they were going. Did they have families? Were any of them involved in a love affair like hers? Of course, none of them had partners who just appeared in their apartments, who came and left like the most wonderful of thieves in the night…
“Club soda?”
Anne nearly shrieked, but caught herself. Standing with her on the balcony was Bruce Wayne, looking very much like the cat who ate the canary.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you” he apologized. “I saw you dancing with the Commissioner and then you came outside. I thought that you might like a drink”
“Yes, thank you” Anne replied, accepting the club soda that he held out to her.
“I would have brought you champagne, but the bar tender said that you weren’t drinking tonight”
“I’m kind of on duty”
Bruce smiled broadly. “I didn’t know that the tango was part of a police officer’s duties…”
Inhaling from her cigarette, Anne blushed. “Well, it is a party, isn’t it? Jim is a good friend of mine and he owed me a dance”
Stepping closer and sipping from his champagne, Bruce queried, “How does one end up owing you a dance?”
“Why do you ask?” Anne teased back, enjoying their interplay. The man was charming as hell…
Bruce leaned close to her and whispered, “Because I’d very much like to be in that position”
He was so near that she could smell his cologne and feel his body heat… and it wasn’t bad at all. Keep your head, girl! “Jim got into that position by escorting me here”
“Really? You know, I’m at one of these parties all of the time, visiting, hosting… a lot of hosting. There’s always a charity gala to go to… Maybe you’d like to accompany me to one?”
Anne playfully wrinkled her nose. “I’m not much good at these things. I’m a cop”
“That might be so, but you dance wonderfully, and you look excruciatingly beautiful in that dress”
Wow, Wayne was really pulling out his best material. She blushed once more and put her cigarette out in the ashtray stand that stood on the balcony.
“Have I embarrassed you?” Bruce queried. “I didn’t mean to”
“No worries, Mr. Wayne” she answered.
“Bruce” he gently corrected. “And if you don’t mind, I’d like to call you Anne”
“Anne’s just fine”
“Well, Anne… the night’s almost over. May I have the last dance: assuming that the Commissioner doesn’t object?”
Anne peered into the flat: Jim was in the middle of a discussion with the new D.A. Something in her head niggled her a bit… what would Bats make of all of this? Surely he wouldn’t mind if she had one dance with Bruce: for all she knew, Bats didn’t return the adoration that she had for him. “All right, Bruce” Anne answered sweetly, “The last dance is all yours”
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The teasing had started on the way home… Gord chiding her for dancing with Wayne after the fuss that she had made about going to the party in the first place. Anne had let him get away with it: Gord was her friend, almost like a father to her, and she could stand his teasing. Of course, it didn’t help that when she came into work the next day, there were three dozen red roses sitting on her desk, with a card from Bruce. Everyone at headquarters knew that something was up, but not exactly what, as they didn’t dare to read the card. Jim just smiled at her in that knowing way of his that drove her crazy…
The card was simple and sweet, but it sent a rush of joy through her:
Anne,
To the most beautiful cop in Gotham, a token of my
thanks. Hoping to share many more dances with
you,
Bruce
She pocketed the card and sat down at her desk: there wouldn’t have been room for the flowers on her old one. Being the head Lieutenant to the Commissioner had its benefits.
At ten a.m., she took a coffee and smoke break on the roof. Bats’ signal was there and she gazed at it lovingly. No visit from her lover the night before: she hoped that he was well. As she sat down on top of one of the vents, her cellphone rang. Anne didn’t recognize the number, but she decided to answer it regardless. “Hello?”
“Anne? It’s Bruce”
She guiltily looked at the signal, but managed to answer him. “Hi”
“Did the flowers get to you all right?”
Anne smiled despite herself. “Yes, thank you. They’re beautiful”
“I appreciated the last dance” Bruce stated softly over the phone. “I hope you don’t mind my calling you. I didn’t have your direct number, so I called the Commissioner and he gave me this one”
Jim! Anne should have known! As much as she loved him, Jim Gordon was always trying to get her involved with someone. Gordon knew that she was lonely and only meant to help… but having Bruce Wayne after her while she was secretly seeing Batman was a stress that she didn’t need!
“I was wondering” Bruce continued, “if you’re busy this Friday night?”
Anne answered without thinking. “No, I’m not busy”
“Good, because I’d like to take you out for dinner. I’ll pick you up from your building around, say, 7:30p.m.?”
What could she say? She didn’t know why, but she liked Bruce… why not? “Yes, that’ll be fine”
“All right, then, 7:30 p.m. Wear something nice… and Anne?”
“Yes?”
“Be safe out there, okay?”
Hanging up her phone, she stared out at the city’s landscape. God, but she needed to talk to Bats, needed to make sure that he wouldn’t be upset with her…
“Hey, Anne” Jim Gordon greeted, walking up beside her.
They were the only two people who came up to the roof regularly. This time, however, Anne had the distinct feeling that her boss was snooping on her. “Gord” Anne replied, smiling when he took her cigarette from her fingers and inhaled. “Why don’t you let me light you one?”
Gordon shook his head. “I quit. Barbara would kill me”
“So you steal drags off of mine?”
“Eh, you’re just giving me shit because I gave Wayne your number”
Anne sipped from her coffee and took her cigarette back when Jim offered it to her. “You want to know why he called me, don’t you?”
“Please tell me you didn’t shoot him down. He’s not a bad guy, he’s just a bit lost”
“Okay, Gord, tit for tat. I’ll go first: I’m going out with him on Friday night and I have to go and get another dress”
Jim was more than used to exchanging information with her, so he took his turn while stealing another drag. “I was working the night that his parents were killed: and just a bit of advice, let him tell you about it on his own, don’t read the file. Anyway, there I was, about to start my night shift when they bring in this terrified kid. I got him a blanket, spent some time with him even though my partner back then just wanted to get out on the street and bust pro’s… don’t ask, it was just his thing. What I’m trying to say is that Bruce Wayne isn’t as cut and dry as you think. He really suffered, and I guarantee he’d trade all of his money to have his parents again”
“Who wouldn’t?” Anne inquired.
“You’d be surprised… enough talk about Wayne. I know you’ll be a good girl, you always are”
Anne hopped up off of the vent and let Gordon finish her cigarette. “You trust me too much, Gord”
“Show me anyone else that I can trust, Anne” he retorted. “Other than Batman, that is”
They laughed together and then headed back downstairs, going to their offices and getting back to work.
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Anne didn’t want to be here: a charity gala held by Wayne Industries. Jim had been required to go as the new Commissioner, and his wife, Barbara, wasn’t interested (plus, she had the children to look after), so Anne had been wrangled into it. She had bought an expensive dress for the event - thank god for her salary increase - and dutifully accompanied her boss.
“I’ve never even been to one of these before and I already hate it” she whispered to Jim as they sat at a table and drank club sodas. People were milling around the room, taking seats and talking. Of all places, Wayne was holding this particular gala in his Gotham penthouse.
Jim fussed with the bow tie on his tuxedo. “Hey, I’m the one dressed up like an ape” he retorted. “You look beautiful”
Anne had chosen a long, flowing black gown with spaghetti straps: the dress had a trail of faux diamonds that started between her breasts on the top and extended down into her skirt on a diagonal slant. She wore her long, raven hair up in a bun on her head, had a pair of strappy black heels on her feet, and carried a small black purse with her. Inside of the bag was a lipstick, her cigarettes, her badge and gun. Jim had told her that she didn’t need the weapon, but since he was unarmed and the Commissioner of Police, she firmly intended on being able to protect him. “You may think I look good, Gord, but this outfit wasn’t cheap”
Jim chuckled softly. “Expense it, I’ll sign off on it”
“Can’t do that and you know it, Gord…” Anne replied, smiling.
She paused when she saw a man enter the room: it was Bruce Wayne, she knew him from photographs. He was a very handsome man… he looked even better in person. He began to make his way around the tables, greeting guests. Even though he was attractive, Anne knew that he was a playboy, not her type.
“Tell me he’s not coming over here” she begged Jim.
“Of course he is, Anne, it’s his benefit”
Wayne was getting closer: he had just turned and seen the Commissioner.
“I’m going to get you for this, Gord” Anne whispered under her breath.
“Be nice, and that’s an order” he murmured back.
“Commissioner Gordon!” Bruce Wayne greeted, smiling. “I’m so glad you could make it”
“I’m glad to be here, Mr. Wayne” Gordon replied, standing up and shaking the Billionaire’s hand.
Anne rose as well, following Jim’s lead.
“Well, it’s always nice to have the police present” Bruce stated. He pivoted a bit and locked onto Anne. “Is this your wife?”
“Barbara couldn’t make it” Jim covered. “This is Lieutenant Anne O’Malley, my second-in-command”
Without skipping a beat, Anne offered Bruce her hand to shake: but when he grasped her flesh, he surprised her by leaning down and kissing the back of her hand.
“I’m charmed” Bruce stated softly. “I have to say, Lieutenant, you don’t look like a police officer…”
Jim knew that Anne wouldn’t like that comment, so he stepped in before she had a chance to get angry. “She’s the best damn police officer I know”
Bruce smiled at her warmly. Anne was doing her damn best to not find him attractive, but it wasn’t working.
“I should greet my other guests” Bruce announced, reluctantly letting go of her hand. “Hopefully I’ll get to talk to the both of you again before the night is over”
They both watched Bruce leave and then they took their seats once more.
“See, he wasn’t that bad” Jim consoled.
Anne was beside herself… she couldn’t believe how she had physically reacted to the sight of the Billionaire. After all, the man was nothing like Bats… Turning to her superior, Anne sighed. “You owe me a dance”
Jim lifted his eyebrow at her. “You’d drag your superior onto the dance floor and embarrass him over that?”
She guffawed. “You’re a great dancer, Gord… and yes, I would”
He laughed softly. “Fine, but no tangos… Barbara finds those indecent”
“Hey” Anne retorted, grinning, “I’m the ‘work wife’, remember? Live a little”
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Anne and Jim had done four dances, actually, by the time he decided to mingle. Since the party had been quiet, Anne decided to slip out onto the balcony of Bruce Wayne’s penthouse to have a cigarette.
Gotham looked lovely, the buildings lit, the traffic moving on the street below. As she smoked, she wondered about the people in the cars beneath her, where they were going. Did they have families? Were any of them involved in a love affair like hers? Of course, none of them had partners who just appeared in their apartments, who came and left like the most wonderful of thieves in the night…
“Club soda?”
Anne nearly shrieked, but caught herself. Standing with her on the balcony was Bruce Wayne, looking very much like the cat who ate the canary.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you” he apologized. “I saw you dancing with the Commissioner and then you came outside. I thought that you might like a drink”
“Yes, thank you” Anne replied, accepting the club soda that he held out to her.
“I would have brought you champagne, but the bar tender said that you weren’t drinking tonight”
“I’m kind of on duty”
Bruce smiled broadly. “I didn’t know that the tango was part of a police officer’s duties…”
Inhaling from her cigarette, Anne blushed. “Well, it is a party, isn’t it? Jim is a good friend of mine and he owed me a dance”
Stepping closer and sipping from his champagne, Bruce queried, “How does one end up owing you a dance?”
“Why do you ask?” Anne teased back, enjoying their interplay. The man was charming as hell…
Bruce leaned close to her and whispered, “Because I’d very much like to be in that position”
He was so near that she could smell his cologne and feel his body heat… and it wasn’t bad at all. Keep your head, girl! “Jim got into that position by escorting me here”
“Really? You know, I’m at one of these parties all of the time, visiting, hosting… a lot of hosting. There’s always a charity gala to go to… Maybe you’d like to accompany me to one?”
Anne playfully wrinkled her nose. “I’m not much good at these things. I’m a cop”
“That might be so, but you dance wonderfully, and you look excruciatingly beautiful in that dress”
Wow, Wayne was really pulling out his best material. She blushed once more and put her cigarette out in the ashtray stand that stood on the balcony.
“Have I embarrassed you?” Bruce queried. “I didn’t mean to”
“No worries, Mr. Wayne” she answered.
“Bruce” he gently corrected. “And if you don’t mind, I’d like to call you Anne”
“Anne’s just fine”
“Well, Anne… the night’s almost over. May I have the last dance: assuming that the Commissioner doesn’t object?”
Anne peered into the flat: Jim was in the middle of a discussion with the new D.A. Something in her head niggled her a bit… what would Bats make of all of this? Surely he wouldn’t mind if she had one dance with Bruce: for all she knew, Bats didn’t return the adoration that she had for him. “All right, Bruce” Anne answered sweetly, “The last dance is all yours”
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The teasing had started on the way home… Gord chiding her for dancing with Wayne after the fuss that she had made about going to the party in the first place. Anne had let him get away with it: Gord was her friend, almost like a father to her, and she could stand his teasing. Of course, it didn’t help that when she came into work the next day, there were three dozen red roses sitting on her desk, with a card from Bruce. Everyone at headquarters knew that something was up, but not exactly what, as they didn’t dare to read the card. Jim just smiled at her in that knowing way of his that drove her crazy…
The card was simple and sweet, but it sent a rush of joy through her:
Anne,
To the most beautiful cop in Gotham, a token of my
thanks. Hoping to share many more dances with
you,
Bruce
She pocketed the card and sat down at her desk: there wouldn’t have been room for the flowers on her old one. Being the head Lieutenant to the Commissioner had its benefits.
At ten a.m., she took a coffee and smoke break on the roof. Bats’ signal was there and she gazed at it lovingly. No visit from her lover the night before: she hoped that he was well. As she sat down on top of one of the vents, her cellphone rang. Anne didn’t recognize the number, but she decided to answer it regardless. “Hello?”
“Anne? It’s Bruce”
She guiltily looked at the signal, but managed to answer him. “Hi”
“Did the flowers get to you all right?”
Anne smiled despite herself. “Yes, thank you. They’re beautiful”
“I appreciated the last dance” Bruce stated softly over the phone. “I hope you don’t mind my calling you. I didn’t have your direct number, so I called the Commissioner and he gave me this one”
Jim! Anne should have known! As much as she loved him, Jim Gordon was always trying to get her involved with someone. Gordon knew that she was lonely and only meant to help… but having Bruce Wayne after her while she was secretly seeing Batman was a stress that she didn’t need!
“I was wondering” Bruce continued, “if you’re busy this Friday night?”
Anne answered without thinking. “No, I’m not busy”
“Good, because I’d like to take you out for dinner. I’ll pick you up from your building around, say, 7:30p.m.?”
What could she say? She didn’t know why, but she liked Bruce… why not? “Yes, that’ll be fine”
“All right, then, 7:30 p.m. Wear something nice… and Anne?”
“Yes?”
“Be safe out there, okay?”
Hanging up her phone, she stared out at the city’s landscape. God, but she needed to talk to Bats, needed to make sure that he wouldn’t be upset with her…
“Hey, Anne” Jim Gordon greeted, walking up beside her.
They were the only two people who came up to the roof regularly. This time, however, Anne had the distinct feeling that her boss was snooping on her. “Gord” Anne replied, smiling when he took her cigarette from her fingers and inhaled. “Why don’t you let me light you one?”
Gordon shook his head. “I quit. Barbara would kill me”
“So you steal drags off of mine?”
“Eh, you’re just giving me shit because I gave Wayne your number”
Anne sipped from her coffee and took her cigarette back when Jim offered it to her. “You want to know why he called me, don’t you?”
“Please tell me you didn’t shoot him down. He’s not a bad guy, he’s just a bit lost”
“Okay, Gord, tit for tat. I’ll go first: I’m going out with him on Friday night and I have to go and get another dress”
Jim was more than used to exchanging information with her, so he took his turn while stealing another drag. “I was working the night that his parents were killed: and just a bit of advice, let him tell you about it on his own, don’t read the file. Anyway, there I was, about to start my night shift when they bring in this terrified kid. I got him a blanket, spent some time with him even though my partner back then just wanted to get out on the street and bust pro’s… don’t ask, it was just his thing. What I’m trying to say is that Bruce Wayne isn’t as cut and dry as you think. He really suffered, and I guarantee he’d trade all of his money to have his parents again”
“Who wouldn’t?” Anne inquired.
“You’d be surprised… enough talk about Wayne. I know you’ll be a good girl, you always are”
Anne hopped up off of the vent and let Gordon finish her cigarette. “You trust me too much, Gord”
“Show me anyone else that I can trust, Anne” he retorted. “Other than Batman, that is”
They laughed together and then headed back downstairs, going to their offices and getting back to work.
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TBC