A Visit to Gotham
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maevebranTitle: A Visit to Gotham
Author:Maeve Bran
Fandom: Batman – Nolan verse
Rated: PG 13
Notes: For the Twisted Shorts August Fic a day challenge.
Summary: Buffy begins her trip to Gotham.
Word Count: 386
Buffy looked around the guest room she had been given in the penthouse apartment. She had come to Gotham as soon as she could after hearing about Wayne Manor burning to the ground. She knew there had been more to the story and that Bruce would need someone who had understood. Unfortunately it had been Apocalypse season so it had been a couple months before she could get away from Cleveland. She had arrived at the address Bruce had emailed her and been greeted by Alfred, and only Alfred.
“I'm afraid Master Wayne is not at home,” Alfred had greeted. “However, I have your room already.”
Alfred led her down the hall to a large room with a spectacular view of Gotham. He brought her suitcase in and set it on the dresser. Buffy took a look around the room and had to remind herself that she shouldn't gape.
“If you'd care to dress, Master Wayne will be back in an hour. I believe he has reservations at Dorsia tonight,” Alfred said as he backed out of the room.
“Dorsia,” Buffy whispered to herself. “The rich do live differently.” She quickly sprang into action. She was thankful that the Immortal had been rich and generous so that she had a few outfits that were fit for a place like Dorsia.
It was close but, Buffy was just putting on her shoes when there was a knock on her door. She slipped her foot into her last shoe before opening the door. She had to remind herself to keep her jaws together at the sight in front of her. Bruce Wayne was rather handsome in ordinary clothes or even in the bat suit, but in evening clothes brought new meaning to the words.
Bruce offered his arm to her and she took it. He led her down the hall to the elevator.
“I should probably warn you that, in public, I am something of a playboy so don't expecting anything too deep from the conversation tonight,” Bruce warned her.
“Don't worry,” Buffy reassured. “I know how to keep a secret identity secret. My Mother didn't even know for two and a half years.”
Bruce sensed there was a story but that it would put a damper on the evening so he filed his questions away for later.
Author:Maeve Bran
Fandom: Batman – Nolan verse
Rated: PG 13
Notes: For the Twisted Shorts August Fic a day challenge.
Summary: Buffy begins her trip to Gotham.
Word Count: 386
Buffy looked around the guest room she had been given in the penthouse apartment. She had come to Gotham as soon as she could after hearing about Wayne Manor burning to the ground. She knew there had been more to the story and that Bruce would need someone who had understood. Unfortunately it had been Apocalypse season so it had been a couple months before she could get away from Cleveland. She had arrived at the address Bruce had emailed her and been greeted by Alfred, and only Alfred.
“I'm afraid Master Wayne is not at home,” Alfred had greeted. “However, I have your room already.”
Alfred led her down the hall to a large room with a spectacular view of Gotham. He brought her suitcase in and set it on the dresser. Buffy took a look around the room and had to remind herself that she shouldn't gape.
“If you'd care to dress, Master Wayne will be back in an hour. I believe he has reservations at Dorsia tonight,” Alfred said as he backed out of the room.
“Dorsia,” Buffy whispered to herself. “The rich do live differently.” She quickly sprang into action. She was thankful that the Immortal had been rich and generous so that she had a few outfits that were fit for a place like Dorsia.
It was close but, Buffy was just putting on her shoes when there was a knock on her door. She slipped her foot into her last shoe before opening the door. She had to remind herself to keep her jaws together at the sight in front of her. Bruce Wayne was rather handsome in ordinary clothes or even in the bat suit, but in evening clothes brought new meaning to the words.
Bruce offered his arm to her and she took it. He led her down the hall to the elevator.
“I should probably warn you that, in public, I am something of a playboy so don't expecting anything too deep from the conversation tonight,” Bruce warned her.
“Don't worry,” Buffy reassured. “I know how to keep a secret identity secret. My Mother didn't even know for two and a half years.”
Bruce sensed there was a story but that it would put a damper on the evening so he filed his questions away for later.
