Date Night:

[kathy_duquesne]

The door to Bruce's office at Wayne Industries opened, and Kathy stepped into the room, leaning dramatically against the door frame.

"Twala," she greeted.

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[mr_bruce_wayne]

Bruce looked up from the report in front of him, a pen dangling in his hands as he read. "Kathy." he said in greeting, though that was all she got. He went back to reading immediately.

[kathy_duquesne]

"You're a very lucky man, Mr. Wayne," Kathy noted, stepping forward. She slipped off her coat, revealing a low-cut, beautiful evening dress, with a slit up one side.

"I've decided you're taking me out for a date. Tonight." She leaned over the desk, somewhat covering the report he was reading, and also, incidentally, providing a pleasant view of her cleavage.

"Right now."

[mr_bruce_wayne]

Bruce eyed the evening gown, not with the usual desire that might be expected from a man when presented with such a sumptuous dish as Kathy in that particular dress, but instead with vague distrust. "Did you schedule this three months in advance with my assistant?" he then asked in a flat monotone.

Still. Cleavage.

Bruce began looking less convinced of his words by the moment.

[kathy_duquesne]

She didn't answer the question. After all, they both knew the answer. Instead, she leaned back up and sat on the edge of the desk, the seam in the dress showing most of her long leg.

"I'm definitely curious to see what you put together. Where for dinner? La Bon Repas? Cynthia's? Somewhere more... unexpected?"

[mr_bruce_wayne]

Bruce set his pen down with a click, and then folded his hands in front of himself as he looked up at Kathy. "You mean to tell me that you haven't already made a reservation?" he asked. "If you leave it up to me, you will no doubt be sorely disappointed. I always have Alfred to thank for all my best ideas."

Still... he hadn't said no.

In fact, he was letting himself be drawn in.

[kathy_duquesne]

"Oh, I'm not interested in Alfred's ideas. I'm interested in Bruce's ideas."

She leaned over to draw her finger along his jawline, as if to draw him closer. "Your ideas are far more interesting to me. I doubt that will be disappointing to me."

[mr_bruce_wayne]

Bruce just raised an eyebrow to her tease, seeing through the flirtation quite easily. Luckily he liked it when Kathy flirted. Sitting back in his seat now, he looked up to her and said with a smirk "Oh I don't know. We could go get a burger somewhere.."

[kathy_duquesne]

"Big Belly Burger?" Kathy suggested. "Thankfully, I don't mind being overdressed for the occasion."

[mr_bruce_wayne]

Bruce was obviously starting to enjoy this whole exchange. "We could stick our fries in our milkshakes, and then wash it all down with fudge dipped ice cream cones." he then said, his lips quirking into smirk.

He shifted, as if he were going to get up. "Should I have my car pulled around or are you going to insist on driving?"

[kathy_duquesne]

"Oh, how can I drive if I don't know where we're going?" Kathy mused. "No, no, Mr. Wayne, I think you're going to have to do the driving today." She gave him a wink. "At least, for now."

[mr_bruce_wayne]

Bruce feigned surprise. "Why Ms. Duquesne!" he demurred, "Has hell frozen over?"

Winking in jest, he finally let a grin slip past his lips as he stood and gave a stretch and a groan. Maybe Bruce had been sitting for too long, after all. He then extended his arm to her, his smile turning charming as he said "I think I know just the spot."

[kathy_duquesne]

She took his arm, slinking alongside him as he escorted her out. "I look forward to the surprise."