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Lenni sighed his shift at the Wayne Art was finally over. Now all he had to do was take his nine o’clock back to the Narrows. Lenni had lived there since he was a small child. Raised by his single working mother, and aunt. He was taught to always respect women, but that didn’t always help Lenni. Kate, the one girl that he actually was fond of had left today with none other than Bruce Wayne. It didn’t make any sense to Lenni how Kate always ignore him. Sure he was younger by three years ,but Bruce was older by for years. It just didn’t seem fair.



So Lenni once again pulled his worn out twenty three year old self onto the bus., and slumped into the back seat. The bus was about to leave the stop when a young red headed woman banged on the buses doors. The driver opens the doors giving the women a glare as she apologizes to him. She then shyly moved to the back the bus.



“Do you mind if I sit here?”She asked.



Lenni looked up to see a woman. She has beautiful face which was hidden by a pair of overly large glasses. Lenni then dropped his gaze to the books she is carrying in her slender arms, they where what looked to be books on plants and reconstructing DNA. Then he remembered that he has not answered her yet.



“Sure.” He said quickly trying to make up for the early lack of response.



“Hi, I’m Pamela Isley.”She said as she sat down.



“Lenni McNeill, so are you a college student?” He asked eyeing her books.



“No, I am a professor at Gotham University.” She blushed and looked down at her books nervously.



“O’ so what yah’ teach?”



“I’m Botanist professor,” She saw the blank look on Lenni’s face; “It means I work with Plants.”



“I see,” he says and looks at the plant that was peeping up through her purse, “and how’s that working for yah?”



That was when Pamela started going into detail about her work. Lenni of course didn’t understand any of it, but liked watching her eyes light up as she talked about it. It was probably thirty minutes later when she got off. After saying goodbye Lenni then noticed she had left her phone on the seat. He tried got off the bus hoping to catch her, but she had already disappeared from sight.



“What am I gonna do now?” He grumbled and shoved the phone into his pocket.

Bruce:



I watched as Kate led the small group through the many galleries of art. She spoke with such passion of each piece she told us about. Her eyes seemed to sparkle when she spoke of a painting she liked.



“This piece is by Jonathan Guther, and it is called “To long in arms.” I looked at the painting it was of two men looking as if bored of each other. They were both holding guns but where wearing different uniforms.



“Why do they look so calm? They seemed almost bored.” I asked.



“Well Guther did not agree with war and thought it was a waste of time.” Kate replied. “So he painted his for his beliefs.”



“But don’t all painters do that?” I smirked.



“Only the good ones.” Kate said sharply, and continued the tour.



Kate:



I had just finished the tour when Bruce Wayne spoke to me again. (A/N: You really didn’t think she wouldn’t notice him just because he was dress normal? Readers Please.)



“That was some tour.”He said all too coolly.



“Why thank you… Mr. Wayne.” He smirked. “Let me guess it’s time for our lunch date?”



“Well if you insist, I think I can make time for you and your lunch.”He held out his arm and I linked arms with him.



“So where to O’ great billionaire.”



“It’s a surprise.”He said.



Kate:



“You’ve got to be kidding me.” I said shocked.



“You don’t like it.”



“No I’m just shocked. I was expecting to be going somewhere fancy.”



“We can go-” I stopped him.



“No, no I like Burger King. I just can’t believe you’re so down to earth.”



“You thought I never ate fast food before?” He asked.



“Truth be told, yes.” He laughed and went to order.



When we sat down we started talking again.



“So seeing as you aren’t as stuff shirt, I thought you were. Do you watch MTV?”



“Yes I watch MTV, I also watch NBC.”



“Please tell me you watch the office.”



“Yes it’s one of my favorites.”



(A/N: Ignore the office Halloween episode!)



So that’s when I had spent my lunch with the Prince of Gotham talking about the Office and other TV shows that day.

*Kate*



“Grr…” I growled as my alarm clock went off.



I was not ready for work today, but of course I had to being the good Samaritan I am I get up, get ready, and run to the nearest Starbucks. I get Hailey and I coffee and power walk to work.



“Hey, Kate.” The security guard greeted me.



“Hey, Lenni,” I greeted bask. “any hooligans bothering you this mornin’?”



“Nwa just you and Hailey, but a field trip is coming around later at eleven.” He laughed. “Hell I might have to do something today.”



“Oh dear, whatever shall we do?” I did a mock faint and went into my office.



“Hi Miss Kate.” Jimmy, Hailey’s four year old son said from the play corner of my office.



“Hey Jimbo where’s your mommy?”



“She went to give mail to the mail lady.”



“Ah well do you want to help me today?” Seeing as I was the baby sitter today.



“Yes, yes.” He jumped up and down happily. “Do we get to paint.”



“We sure do.” And then we left for my studio up stairs.



I was about do with my painting when Jimmy came over to show me his painting.



“Look, look, Ms. Kate.” He said holding up the painting of what looked like a grey and black blob.



“That’s a really good picture of Bandit, Jimbo.” I said referring to his puppy.



“It’s not Bandit its Batman. See I can paint him just like you.” He pointed to my unfinished picture.



“Your right, how silly of me.” Just then Hailey and Lenni showed up at the door.



“Kate field trip now.” Hailey basically ordered.



“Oh right! Got to go Champ.” I ran out to main entrance.



Bruce:



I walked into the museum with my Boston Red Sox hat on and my Northface jacket on.



“Hi welcome to the Wayne Art Museum. How may I make your day artistic?” A blonde st the front desk asked.



“Yes can you tell me where is?” I asked her



“Oh, she just about to start her tour. Would you like to wait in her office or do you want to come back-“



“I think I’ll just join the tour.” I winked at her and went towards the group.

When I finally made it to Bistros I saw Harvey at the window. He smiled and tapped his watch. I laughed and went into the restaurant.



“What happened to always on time?” Harvey teased and pulled my chair out for me.



“It’s not my fault, a client decided to call at the last minute.”



“O’ what type of client?” Harvey asked as he sat down.



“A very riche to client, who can’t read his Rolex.” I picked up my menu and started to scan it.



“Well that’s no surprise, care to narrow down my choices?” I looked up from the menu.



“Bruce Wayne.” I watched the cocky grin spread across his face. “What?”



“Nothing.” He waved over a waiter.



“Come on Harvey I know that face.” I glared at him.



“What I’m just happy for you” I was about to argue when the waiter appeared.



“Yes Mr. Dent?” He said in an Italian accent.



“I would like the chicken alfredo with a salad.”



“And for the lovely lady?”



“Same, please.” He took our menus and left. “Now where were we?”



Bruce:



I sat on the ledge of a nearby building to Bistros. Sure it would be classier if I just “happened” to walk into the building I owned and saw her, but I had a feeling it wouldn’t work with her. So instead I’m as my alter ego spying in her and Harvey.



“So what are you working on since all your paintings are sold?” I heard Harvey ask through my hearing gadget. (I have no idea what it’s called. -_-‘)



“Well I know I’m not coming up for a better slogan for you.” She laughed. “ I mean really, I believe in Harvey Dent ?”



“Well I’m sorry I don’t have your word slinging ability.”



“Yes, I is kwel in that department.” Harvey rolled his eyes.



“Yes you sure are.” She kicked him in the shin. “Alright I give, I give.”



I could have spent the rest of the time watching them but the Batman signal loomed over head.

Kate:



I sat in my office looking over the list of paintings that had been bought last night. It didn’t surprise me that a certain Prince of Gotham bought almost all of my paintings. I looked over at my clock and guessed I had about ten to fifteen minutes left until I could leave, but I wasn’t sure since I couldn’t read old clocks very well. I sighed and rub my temples trying to stop the headache I knew was in the back of my head.



“Miss Treven.” It was Hailey my secretary. “You have an important call on line two.”



“What about line one?” I said not looking up at her.



“I-well –it’s my son he…” I raised my hand to stop her.



“Say no more, you can go ahead and leave early. I think I can lock up by myself.”She gives me a brief smile before leaving.



“Hello, Kate Treven of the Wayne Art Museum in Gotham. How may I make your day artistic?” I said into the phone.



“Well first off you can cash in your rain check you owe me.” The smooth voice of Bruce Wayne came through receiver.



“Mr. Wayne? I wasn’t expecting you today.” Heck I wasn’t expecting him to call ever.



“I know this is very unprofessional of me, but what can I say I’m a man of business.”



“Well that’s nice Mr. Wayne, but I have plans for tonight.”



“Oh really are you to be accompanied by a Mister Ben & Jerry?” I laughed, the man had done his home work last night, which amused and frightened at the same time.



“No, no, I have a dinner plan with a friend tonight.” I glanced at my cell phone that I had gotten from my purse. “Which I will be late to now thanks to you.”



“Well I guess I will see you at later, Kate, but that is twice now.” He teased.



“But how when I haven’t gone to the first one with you?”



“I don’t know either maybe we can discuss this over lunch tomorrow.” With that he hung up.



I pulled the phone away from my ear. He had just made a lunch date without giving me a chance to deny it. That was so…so…hot! I shook my head. No it was not hot, it was rude and egotistic.(A/N : my fav ^o^)I grabbed my purse and went to hail a cab.



Bruce:



I chuckled to myself at the thought of Kate’s face when I huge up .I bet she was glaring at the phone this instant.



“You know Master Wayne you seem to be a little forward with Miss Treven.” Alfred said as he sat my dinner before me.



“I know Alfred, but it might be the only way to catch her attention.” I glanced over at her file that laid on my desk.



I had found out that Kate had lived in a small town called Shula in Alabama. She graduated from S.H.S with a regular degree, she then after spending four years in Auburn taught in public school. She earned a scholarship to SCAD (Savannah College for Art and Design) where she stayed for two years before being recognized for her art. That’s when she moved to Gotham.



“Master Wayne if I may suggest. I would keep your late night peeping on Miss Treven, to a minimum.” Alfred said as he studied Kate’s painting ‘Hero’s of Gotham’. “She may already see th connections between you and the Batman, Sir.”



“Of course, Alfred.” I said not really meaning it.



“Your still going to go see her aren’t you?” Alfred sighed. “Just be careful Sir.”

Summary:

Summary:



Kate Treven is a young woman that moved from the small state of Alabama to Gotham City in search of her art career, but when she finally scored a premiere in the opening of the Wayne Art Museum, she meets the charming Prince of Gotham and her world gets turned upside down.



Kate:



The morning was loud and busy like always in Gotham. People always had places to be and things to get done, but today one person was in an even bigger hurry than the rest. It was Kate Treven a.k.a me. Today was the grand opening of the Wayne Art Museum and my art was going to be on display. I was trying so hard to be perfect today. I was wearing a black backless dress with black half-inch high boots. I was already tall at 5’7” so why push it? Also I had my dark brown, almost black, hair completely down. It was nice, straight hair but it would never stay in a bun no matter how long it was. I had also exchanged my glasses for contacts so I wouldn’t have to hide my chocolate brown eyes. I looked at myself in the mirror one last time. I was normal and plain around all of these rich people. I had no prayer to make it through the night with these people. I sighed, wiping off any imaginary lint that was on my dress and walked out of the bathroom.



As I fought my way towards my art, I was stopped by an elderly African American man. He looked to be in his early 50s with his gray hair.



“Excuse me, but would you happen to be Miss Treven?” he asked



“Why yes, how may I help you?” The man smiled at my reply.



“I’m Lucius Fox, C.E.O of Wayne Enterprises. I’m also the man who picked your art to be in this exhibit. I must say, you are quite talented.”



“Thank you Mister Fox. I didn’t think my art would ever have a chance in a place like this.”



“Well I do, and please call me Fox. And would you care to explain what inspired you over a drink?” He gave a warm smile.



“I’d be delighted, Fox.”



Bruce:



The museum was packed; everyone was drinking and gossiping over everything. I had greeted many of my guests and now I began looking at the art. Some of the pieces were okay, but when I came to a certain piece it took my breath away. It was him. Both of me. The painting was split down the middle: on the left was me, and on the right was Batman, my alter ego. It shocked me to see this.



“Who made the connection?” I thought.



“Ah, Mr. Wayne, I see that you found a piece you like.” I turned to see Fox standing behind me with a woman. The woman had dark brown hair that covered half of he bare back and her chocolate brown eyes lingered on my face before returning to her drink. She was very attractive.



“Who is your friend, Fox?” My eyes did not leave her.



“Oh, this is Miss Treven, the artist who drew this selection.” He gestured towards the painting I was just looking at.



“So you painted me?” She looked up at me.



“Yes, she did. Why don’t you explain it to Mr. Wayne, Kate?” Fox nudged her.



“Well it’s called the Heroes of Gotham. See I believe that both you and the Batman are saving Gotham. Uh, you with your donations and Batman with his protection.” She blushed and looked away again.



Before I could answer, Fox interrupted with: “Ah, it’s the Coreys. Sorry Kate, but I must go.. Don’t worry you’re in good hands.” He said, and winked at me before leaving.



Kate:



Oh my God, Fox left me with Mister Wayne, of all people. I’m so nervous, if I do anything wrong now my career is over.



“Miss Treven, would you care to show me more of your art?” I nodded and walked over to my section. “ Okay, how did this inspire you?” He pointed to a painting of Wayne Tower.”



“That was the first thing I saw in Gotham.”



“Literally or figuratively.”



“Literally. I fell asleep in the cab on the way into town.” He laughed.



“Well, I guess that makes sense. Now who is this?” He pointed to a sketch of Harvey.



“That’s Harvey Dent, he is one of my best friends. He begged me to draw him.” I gave a little giggle at the memory.



“Oh, so you must be the friend he was telling me about. He said that you were going to my charity for the blind with him.”



“Yes, but of course he’ll make me get the prettiest girl to talk to him.” I rolled my eyes and took a sip of my drink.



“Now why would he do that when he’s already talking to you?” He gave me a very sexy smirk.



“Very humorous, Mister Wayne, but I’m far from that.”



“Well, I think otherwise.” He led me over to the bar. “So where did you live before you came to Gotham?”



“I lived in a small town in Alabama.”



“Really? You don’t have an accent.”



Yeah, that’s what they all say.” I took another sip of my drink.



Bruce:



I spent the rest of the evening talking to Kate. She is fascinating to talk to and believed that Batman is a great help to the city. She knew her way in politics and even knew a little about business. She wasn’t rich, like all of the other women here. She just had a ‘stroke of luck’ she said. But that didn’t matter; it was her attitude that interested me. She didn’t care about what money people had; she cared for what they did with it.



“I wonder if you would like to go with me to get a bite to eat?” I asked.



“I’ll have to take a rain check, Mister Wayne. I have plans. I’m sure you can find my number…somewhere.” And with that she left.



“Alfred,” my trusted butler quickly made his way over to me.



“Yes, master Bruce?”



“Can you get me information on Miss Kate Treven?”



“I see that she’s taken up a bit of your attention, Master Wayne, I’ll get right on it.”



“Alfred, she’s got more than my attention.” I answered as I looked over at the painting of me and my alter ego.

To Kate,

Today was a wonderful day. We went to Urahara’s Shop today. I loved how you kept fighting with Ichigo. It was very funny when you threw him out the door and hit Renji in the process. Days like this I can’t help but to question what my life would be like without you… I guess I would need less aspirn in the day but I think I would very much miss your little antics.

Urahara told something to day to make me start thinking on our life once again. I had asked him how it felt to have Jinta and Ururu leave now since they had grown up and went to college. He told me that they were like his own children even though he only knew them so little he said the where the closest thing to true family he had. It makes me think maybe we should try having a child it would be good I think. Maybe I’ll ask you tomorrow?

Love,

Chad

For Kate,

Hello honey, it's me, Chad. I know you probably think this is stupid of me to do, but I can' t help to think that because I’m in constantly in danger with my spiritual powers that I fear one day I will not be able to come home to you. I know you say you are though, but I don’t think I could bear to see you by hurt by me. But I do not want to talk about this anymore I would rather tell you what I thought of today.

Today was our first adventure going grocery shopping. It was so cute when you would pull out your little list and check off the Item that you had succeeded in finding. I also enjoyed how the way the bagger boy had tried to come up and help you with the bags, but fled when I gave him a glare. I loved how you looked so puzzled by his reaction, but of course you never thought I would be rude.

It’s funny how you change me. Everything you say makes me weak in the kneels just because you say it. You are exactly my opposite in every way but yet you are my one true love. It funny how you are always willing to run into a fight, or that you can be loud and not care.

I must go now because I believe your waking up.



I love you dearly,

Sado “Chad” Yasutora