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Adult +
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7,193
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I do not own the Batman series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Five
“O’Malley: coffee break”
Looking up from the hot-sheets on her desk, Anne found Jim standing above her, holding two cups of coffee. “Jim, I thought you had a meeting at 10:30am…”
The Commissioner fixed his eyes upon her, stating, “Coffee break”
Anne knew from that look in his eyes: Jim was frazzled. Obeying him, she stood up and accepted one of the mugs, grabbing her cigarettes and following him up to the roof. Once up there, she took a seat on her favorite vent and lit up, letting her superior have the first drag.
“Thank you” Jim sighed, exhaling. “I think I’m going to keep this one if you don’t mind”
“Not at all” Anne responded, lighting one of her own. “What’s up, Gord?”
Jim shook his head. “Too many fucking meetings, one after another, one problem after the other… I feel like my head’s going to explode”
Anne smiled gently. “How about I take you to Barrone’s for lunch?”
“It’s a date, Lieutenant” Jim stated, answering her grin. “Speaking of, isn’t this the big night?”
“Big night?” she asked, trying to be coy.
Jim sat down next to her on the vent and chuckled. “Anne, I’m still your partner… you can’t hide from me”
She sighed and sipped from her coffee. “Yes, Gord, ‘Mr. Moneybags’, a.k.a. Bruce Wayne, is taking me out tonight”
“Do you know where?”
She shrugged. “Haven’t a clue”
“Well, I’m sure that it’ll be nice… and you, you be nice, too. He donates a lot to the Fraternal Brotherhood’s charities”
“I’m always nice, Gord”
Jim inhaled from his cigarette and blew the smoke away. “I’m not saying that you have to fall in love with him or sleep with him… just don’t bust him into little pieces. We need his help”
“I’m not intending on doing any of those things, Gord”
“Good… and do me another favor?”
Anne nodded. “Of course, Gord… anything”
“Don’t tell Barbara you saw me smoking”
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For their first date, Bruce took Anne out to one of the posh little clubs that he owned in Gotham City. She had dressed well, in a pretty little pink dress that she had blown nearly a half of a month’s salary to buy. Taking a seat with Bruce at a secluded booth in the back, she hoped to herself that the rest of their dates wouldn’t require her to spend so much on clothing. The dress was strapless, but came with a cute silk wrap of the same shade of baby pink. Finding shoes to match her outfit had been the most difficult part of the endeavor, but she had managed it.
The waiter came by and opened a bottle of champagne for them: at first Anne wasn’t going to have any, but between the smile of encouragement that Bruce gave her and the fact that she was off-duty for the night, she decided to go ahead.
“We’ll both have the lobster” Bruce told the waiter. “You know the usual”
Nodding, the waiter left the table.
Anne looked at Bruce as she sipped from her champagne glass. “I take it that you come here often on dates?”
Bruce returned her gaze. “Well, I own the place, after all, but… yes…”
She couldn’t help herself: the thoughts had been bubbling in her mind since they had met. “You’re quite the playboy, aren’t you? I wonder just what number I am to have sat in this booth with you”
He thought for a moment, and answered her seriously. “Probably somewhere in the mid-thirties”
Anne probably should have been offended, but there was something about him… she giggled and put down her champagne glass. “Well, I don’t feel very special”
Bruce grinned. “Yeah… I should stop being so honest, huh?”
“I like honesty” she replied. “Being ordered for, though, I don’t know about that”
He leaned close to her once more, invading her space, but in the most charming of ways. “The lobster here is… incredibly succulent, and I wouldn’t want you to miss out. Besides, I’m paying for dinner”
God damn him, he could be incredibly sexy and his closeness was driving her crazy.
“I love your dress, by the way” he whispered. “Must have been expensive for you”
“Yes” Anne retorted as he took hold of her right hand, bringing it up so that he could hold it and press his lips to the back. “I didn’t want to look like a street urchin…”
“I highly doubt that you could pull that off” Bruce teased, turning her hand around and brushing his lips over the back of her fingers.
“Hey, now, I’m the cop… I’ve done my share of undercover work”
“Under whose covers?” Bruce teased, smiling.
“Honestly, Bruce… I have a feeling that I should be asking you that question”
“Oh, Anne” he lamented, lowering her hand back to the table, but keeping hold of her, “You don’t understand. I go out because it’s expected of me… sometimes I even go out with two girls at a time… but it’s all insipid banter, drinking, buying things up. You might not believe this of me, at least not yet… but I don’t sleep with them. They don’t keep my interest for long”
Anne peered at him sideways and drank another sip of champagne. “So, what you’re saying is that you’ll get tired of me and move on to another woman…”
Bruce chuckled and shook his head. “No, Anne, that’s not what I’m saying. You’re not like them: you have a brain, you interest me. What I’m trying to tell you is that you are special… special to me”
“You realize that I ‘m out of place in your social circles…” she protested.
“So am I” Bruce answered swiftly. “So we can just not fit in together, how about that?”
Anne sighed happily and allowed her shoulders to relax against the seat.
“That’s better” Bruce stated, threading his left arm around her shoulders and placing his right hand over hers on the table. “You shouldn’t be so nervous around me. I don’t bite”
“Maybe I like to be bit” Anne whispered coyly. Oh god, she had forgotten that she was with Bruce, not Bats. Damn her mouth!
Luckily for her, Bruce played her comment off with a laugh. “Well, I guess we’ll have to see about that later on down the road. For now… tell me about yourself, Anne”
She blushed a little bit, but at least she didn’t turn beet red. “You already know a lot, Bruce. I’m a police Lieutenant”
“What are your days like?” he asked, genuinely curious.
Anne giggled as she thought. “Nothing special, although they might sound crazy to someone like you who can sleep all day… I get up early, around five-thirty in the morning, get dressed and drive down to headquarters. I’m on the top floor now, along with Gord. I come in and touch base with Jim, find out what he wants me to work on, read my way through the hotsheets and bulletins. Sometimes I have to help Jim get together a ‘strike force’ as we call them, to serve a warrant and/or make some arrests.”
“Have you ever been shot at?” Bruce inquired, drinking his champagne.
“More than once, unfortunately… I wear a flak vest during busts, and luckily, I’ve never taken a hit. I guess you could say that Jim taught me how to get out of the way.”
“So, um… I’ve been dying to ask you something, but I don’t want to get slapped…”
Anne knew what was coming. Be it one of her co-workers, Bats or even Bruce, it always came down to the same question. “Jim is my friend, nothing more” she spat out, sighing.
Bruce cocked his head in question. “That’s not my question: nor is it any of my business at this point. I wanted to know if you have different shower facilities down there”
“What?” Anne queried, confused.
“I’m not as in the know as I should be about certain things… do you have to shower with the men or do you have your own locker-room?”
Anne stared at him, at the genuineness of his face… and then she burst into laughter, shaking with so much mirth that her eyes began to well up. “Are you… kidding…?”
“No” Bruce answered, starting to chuckle along with her. “I guess I’m dumber than I thought…”
Somehow, she managed to calm down enough to tell him. “Women have their own ‘facilities’, as you call it… and when will my relationship with Jim become your business?”
Bruce lowered his head and leaned close so that his lips were by her right ear. “It’ll be my business if we decide to take this further, Anne”
It wasn’t the direct sort of dirty-talk that she could expect from Bats, but it still made her shiver. Bruce smelled so good, and his breath was warm against her ear… “I see…” she intoned.
“I’m glad, honey, because dinner is here…”
Anne was disappointed that Bruce had to pull away from her a bit: his nearness was soothing, his warmth consoling… but they had to eat. Bruce had been right: the lobster smelled delicious. She allowed him to crack the carapace for her although she was completely capable of doing so herself (years of practicing at the gun range had given her strong hands)… it was just sexy to watch Bruce do it.
“I personally chose the chef here” Bruce murmured, picking up a bit of lobster meat with his fork. Dipping it in butter, he lifted it up to her mouth, cupping his other hand underneath. “Have a taste”
Anne had to force a pang of desire down into her belly as she opened her mouth and let him feed her. Dear god, but the lobster was sensual to roll over her tongue and chew. She smiled at Bruce, who was already grinning.
“Good, hm?” he queried, nibbling on a piece of his own. “I have this crazy idea that when I eat something like lobster, it should be a total experience”
Nodding, she sipped from her glass of champagne. Damn it all to hell, this playboy was getting to her! If he was any more forward with her, she knew that she would give in and sleep with him…
But no, as the night progressed, Anne realized that for all of his trappings, Bruce was a gentleman. They chatted some more and enjoyed one another’s company, but at the end of the night, Bruce drove her back to her apartment and gave her a tender kiss on the cheek goodnight. She had been expecting more, had been expecting him to try to make a move, but he didn’t.
By the time that she was in her nightgown and lying in bed, waiting for sleep, she was perplexed… Bruce was nothing like what she had expected, and she could see herself falling for him… What was she going to do?
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Looking up from the hot-sheets on her desk, Anne found Jim standing above her, holding two cups of coffee. “Jim, I thought you had a meeting at 10:30am…”
The Commissioner fixed his eyes upon her, stating, “Coffee break”
Anne knew from that look in his eyes: Jim was frazzled. Obeying him, she stood up and accepted one of the mugs, grabbing her cigarettes and following him up to the roof. Once up there, she took a seat on her favorite vent and lit up, letting her superior have the first drag.
“Thank you” Jim sighed, exhaling. “I think I’m going to keep this one if you don’t mind”
“Not at all” Anne responded, lighting one of her own. “What’s up, Gord?”
Jim shook his head. “Too many fucking meetings, one after another, one problem after the other… I feel like my head’s going to explode”
Anne smiled gently. “How about I take you to Barrone’s for lunch?”
“It’s a date, Lieutenant” Jim stated, answering her grin. “Speaking of, isn’t this the big night?”
“Big night?” she asked, trying to be coy.
Jim sat down next to her on the vent and chuckled. “Anne, I’m still your partner… you can’t hide from me”
She sighed and sipped from her coffee. “Yes, Gord, ‘Mr. Moneybags’, a.k.a. Bruce Wayne, is taking me out tonight”
“Do you know where?”
She shrugged. “Haven’t a clue”
“Well, I’m sure that it’ll be nice… and you, you be nice, too. He donates a lot to the Fraternal Brotherhood’s charities”
“I’m always nice, Gord”
Jim inhaled from his cigarette and blew the smoke away. “I’m not saying that you have to fall in love with him or sleep with him… just don’t bust him into little pieces. We need his help”
“I’m not intending on doing any of those things, Gord”
“Good… and do me another favor?”
Anne nodded. “Of course, Gord… anything”
“Don’t tell Barbara you saw me smoking”
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For their first date, Bruce took Anne out to one of the posh little clubs that he owned in Gotham City. She had dressed well, in a pretty little pink dress that she had blown nearly a half of a month’s salary to buy. Taking a seat with Bruce at a secluded booth in the back, she hoped to herself that the rest of their dates wouldn’t require her to spend so much on clothing. The dress was strapless, but came with a cute silk wrap of the same shade of baby pink. Finding shoes to match her outfit had been the most difficult part of the endeavor, but she had managed it.
The waiter came by and opened a bottle of champagne for them: at first Anne wasn’t going to have any, but between the smile of encouragement that Bruce gave her and the fact that she was off-duty for the night, she decided to go ahead.
“We’ll both have the lobster” Bruce told the waiter. “You know the usual”
Nodding, the waiter left the table.
Anne looked at Bruce as she sipped from her champagne glass. “I take it that you come here often on dates?”
Bruce returned her gaze. “Well, I own the place, after all, but… yes…”
She couldn’t help herself: the thoughts had been bubbling in her mind since they had met. “You’re quite the playboy, aren’t you? I wonder just what number I am to have sat in this booth with you”
He thought for a moment, and answered her seriously. “Probably somewhere in the mid-thirties”
Anne probably should have been offended, but there was something about him… she giggled and put down her champagne glass. “Well, I don’t feel very special”
Bruce grinned. “Yeah… I should stop being so honest, huh?”
“I like honesty” she replied. “Being ordered for, though, I don’t know about that”
He leaned close to her once more, invading her space, but in the most charming of ways. “The lobster here is… incredibly succulent, and I wouldn’t want you to miss out. Besides, I’m paying for dinner”
God damn him, he could be incredibly sexy and his closeness was driving her crazy.
“I love your dress, by the way” he whispered. “Must have been expensive for you”
“Yes” Anne retorted as he took hold of her right hand, bringing it up so that he could hold it and press his lips to the back. “I didn’t want to look like a street urchin…”
“I highly doubt that you could pull that off” Bruce teased, turning her hand around and brushing his lips over the back of her fingers.
“Hey, now, I’m the cop… I’ve done my share of undercover work”
“Under whose covers?” Bruce teased, smiling.
“Honestly, Bruce… I have a feeling that I should be asking you that question”
“Oh, Anne” he lamented, lowering her hand back to the table, but keeping hold of her, “You don’t understand. I go out because it’s expected of me… sometimes I even go out with two girls at a time… but it’s all insipid banter, drinking, buying things up. You might not believe this of me, at least not yet… but I don’t sleep with them. They don’t keep my interest for long”
Anne peered at him sideways and drank another sip of champagne. “So, what you’re saying is that you’ll get tired of me and move on to another woman…”
Bruce chuckled and shook his head. “No, Anne, that’s not what I’m saying. You’re not like them: you have a brain, you interest me. What I’m trying to tell you is that you are special… special to me”
“You realize that I ‘m out of place in your social circles…” she protested.
“So am I” Bruce answered swiftly. “So we can just not fit in together, how about that?”
Anne sighed happily and allowed her shoulders to relax against the seat.
“That’s better” Bruce stated, threading his left arm around her shoulders and placing his right hand over hers on the table. “You shouldn’t be so nervous around me. I don’t bite”
“Maybe I like to be bit” Anne whispered coyly. Oh god, she had forgotten that she was with Bruce, not Bats. Damn her mouth!
Luckily for her, Bruce played her comment off with a laugh. “Well, I guess we’ll have to see about that later on down the road. For now… tell me about yourself, Anne”
She blushed a little bit, but at least she didn’t turn beet red. “You already know a lot, Bruce. I’m a police Lieutenant”
“What are your days like?” he asked, genuinely curious.
Anne giggled as she thought. “Nothing special, although they might sound crazy to someone like you who can sleep all day… I get up early, around five-thirty in the morning, get dressed and drive down to headquarters. I’m on the top floor now, along with Gord. I come in and touch base with Jim, find out what he wants me to work on, read my way through the hotsheets and bulletins. Sometimes I have to help Jim get together a ‘strike force’ as we call them, to serve a warrant and/or make some arrests.”
“Have you ever been shot at?” Bruce inquired, drinking his champagne.
“More than once, unfortunately… I wear a flak vest during busts, and luckily, I’ve never taken a hit. I guess you could say that Jim taught me how to get out of the way.”
“So, um… I’ve been dying to ask you something, but I don’t want to get slapped…”
Anne knew what was coming. Be it one of her co-workers, Bats or even Bruce, it always came down to the same question. “Jim is my friend, nothing more” she spat out, sighing.
Bruce cocked his head in question. “That’s not my question: nor is it any of my business at this point. I wanted to know if you have different shower facilities down there”
“What?” Anne queried, confused.
“I’m not as in the know as I should be about certain things… do you have to shower with the men or do you have your own locker-room?”
Anne stared at him, at the genuineness of his face… and then she burst into laughter, shaking with so much mirth that her eyes began to well up. “Are you… kidding…?”
“No” Bruce answered, starting to chuckle along with her. “I guess I’m dumber than I thought…”
Somehow, she managed to calm down enough to tell him. “Women have their own ‘facilities’, as you call it… and when will my relationship with Jim become your business?”
Bruce lowered his head and leaned close so that his lips were by her right ear. “It’ll be my business if we decide to take this further, Anne”
It wasn’t the direct sort of dirty-talk that she could expect from Bats, but it still made her shiver. Bruce smelled so good, and his breath was warm against her ear… “I see…” she intoned.
“I’m glad, honey, because dinner is here…”
Anne was disappointed that Bruce had to pull away from her a bit: his nearness was soothing, his warmth consoling… but they had to eat. Bruce had been right: the lobster smelled delicious. She allowed him to crack the carapace for her although she was completely capable of doing so herself (years of practicing at the gun range had given her strong hands)… it was just sexy to watch Bruce do it.
“I personally chose the chef here” Bruce murmured, picking up a bit of lobster meat with his fork. Dipping it in butter, he lifted it up to her mouth, cupping his other hand underneath. “Have a taste”
Anne had to force a pang of desire down into her belly as she opened her mouth and let him feed her. Dear god, but the lobster was sensual to roll over her tongue and chew. She smiled at Bruce, who was already grinning.
“Good, hm?” he queried, nibbling on a piece of his own. “I have this crazy idea that when I eat something like lobster, it should be a total experience”
Nodding, she sipped from her glass of champagne. Damn it all to hell, this playboy was getting to her! If he was any more forward with her, she knew that she would give in and sleep with him…
But no, as the night progressed, Anne realized that for all of his trappings, Bruce was a gentleman. They chatted some more and enjoyed one another’s company, but at the end of the night, Bruce drove her back to her apartment and gave her a tender kiss on the cheek goodnight. She had been expecting more, had been expecting him to try to make a move, but he didn’t.
By the time that she was in her nightgown and lying in bed, waiting for sleep, she was perplexed… Bruce was nothing like what she had expected, and she could see herself falling for him… What was she going to do?
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TBC