Chivalry Lives [Vicki]

[dmoyd]

Bruce Wayne already had the day planned out; dinner, a Broadway show, and then sight seeing in one of the greatest cities in the world. While it was no Gotham City (and to Bruce, that will always be his number one), it was incredibly pleasing and he could now see why people prided themselves on being called "New Yorkers". Mixed with the larger-than-life skyscrapers and the seductive billboards, this cool summer's evening, made New York the best place in which he could possibly take his new love interest, Vicki Vale. Eavesdropping in a group's conversation, Bruce's infatuation for the city quickly dissipated as the civilians spoke about the up-and-coming vigilante nicknamed "The Spiderman". Bruce surveyed the city, thoughts going through his mind about the other articles he read about the city; the other crime-fighters of this city with their mixture of sociopaths and villains. Just thinking about this city's crazies and terrorists made him think of Gotham's crazies and terrorists. The thought about them all made Bruce's adrenaline start to surge --

No! For this one second the city would be well on its own. For this one night, Gotham would be protected. After all, he trusted his sidekicks in keeping the city safe during his absence, therefore, he could enjoy himself (upon request of his old friend, Alfred). This night was for the infamous billionaire and his date, therefore, his mind would be occupied on her and her alone. Walking amongst the crowd (with some occasional onlookers asking if that was, indeed, Bruce Wayne), Bruce entered in his Lamborghini and rode off to his date's destination: The upper East side of Manhattan. Bruce examined his appearance in his mirror, as his appearance was absolutely everything, and soon arrived to the posh restaurant. Immediately, Bruce was greeted and led to one of the best seats in the restaurant; away from many other customers though next to one of the best windows in the place. After having a great relationship with the manager of the eatery, this treatment was complimentary to the billionaire, though he was too absorbed in his own thoughts to take in the treatment. A simple nod to the waitress and a small glance at his menu, he patiently awaited for his date.

The lovely Vicki Vale...

[Sorry for the horrible opening!]

[vicki]

Vicki scrambled around her hotel room trying to get dressed. Currently she was only in s robe and her underwear attempting to find her heels and a dress, tonight she absolutely had to look amazing. She squealed happily when she found her beige heels and quickly grabbed the dress that matched. It was a pretty turquoise and emerald green and fitted all her curves perfectly and made her eyes pop. She did one last hair and makeup check and grabbed her clutch and headed out of the hotel room.

She smiled as she strolled down the streets, she had missed this city so much, New York would always be her home. She loved getting assignments here, and that's exactly why she was originally here, she had been asked to write a story on the newest vigilante here and of course she had jumped at the opportunity. She was very pleased when Bruce had called to ask her out, and was even happier when he told her he wanted to take her out in the city. She was very excited to find out what he had planned for them tonight. She smiled when she entered the restaurant and spotted him and quickly headed to their table. "Well, hello stranger," she said flashing him a smile as she sat down in her chair. "How have you been Bruce?"

[dmoyd]

[Sorry for the ultra long response!!]

Bruce studied the menu, drumming his fingers against the table. He was not picky with his food, however, everything on the menu seemed to be a bit bland. The billionaire's eyes darted outside of the extravagant window which sat to his left as he became, once again, entranced in New York's aesthetics. While no city would ever come close with Gotham City in his opinion, New York however, had a certain charming feel to it and Bruce could certainly see himself enjoying what the city had to offer. He knew that if he liked it then his adopted sons would absolutely adore it. The very thought of giving Tim the week off and sending him here for a short vacation crept into his mind; though it was quickly discarded when he heard his blonde waitress clear her throat.

"Sir? She's here," She said before scurrying off. Bruce peeked pass the other tables and near the hostess was his lovely date for the night. Bruce, being such the gentleman, stood and smiled. He fixed his collar and made sure that his hair was tame, giving himself a quick check inside the mirror. Appearance, at least for Bruce Wayne, was everything. Now within her sight, he gave a friendly wave as he went behind her chair and pulled it out, awaiting for her as she drew nearer to their table. She flashed a smile and he did the same as he tucked her chair and sat down himself.

"Strangers' a name I've been hearing a lot lately," he said with a short chuckle. Of course, she was not lying as many people wondered where the prince of Gotham disappeared to, only giving Gotham random visits. Even the chairmen of Wayne Enterprises worried about their C.E.O (or envied him). Though Bruce Wayne didn't leave the city; he had other matters to attend to, particularly at night.

"Though I've been doing well, ms. Vale, thank you for asking." He said, nodding. Coming to their table was the blonde waitress, bringing with her a bottle of champagne. Bruce smiled as it was poured in each glass, not taking his eyes off of Vicki, flashing that award-winning smirk.

"So Vicki," he started, lifting the glass to his lips. "How's New York for you? Did you catch any teenagers in tights or anything interesting?" With them being in New York (and Vicki's career of being a journalist), Bruce was dying to see one of New York's famed heroes. That'd strike a pretty conversation and an even more memorable night.