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We first met at one of his charity events, he was wearing a black tailored tux that flattered his figure and showed off his muscles. He was sipping champagne and talking and laughing with people. I was there then as a journalist's assistant, right out of college, still full of hope and not destroyed by this cruel world. The head journalist unfortunately couldn't make it to the gala so I interviewed Bruce Wayne. I tried to ask the most interesting questions in my opinion, which he gladly answered. After the interview was over, he watched me the entire time I interviewed other people. He also followed me to the exit.
The second time we met was when my scheduled date didn't show up at the restaurant. I was pissed off and frustrated by it. While waiting for this person, I also had some drinks, so I was also slightly tipsy. I staggered out of my seat and bumped into the person in front of me who turned out to be Bruce Wayne. Several men in suits were also standing next to him, but he grabbed me gently around the waist, led me out of the building and took a taxi and put me in and gave the taxi driver a large file and instructions to take me home safely. The driver turned out to be an old friend of mine, so he knew where I lived
The third time we met at his company. After the success at the gala, I had the honor to interview him again about his plans for the future with regard to the development of the company and about the course of the gala, the large attendance at it and plans for further such ventures. He complimented me all the time and smiled charmingly, and I had the impression that leaving this room I would be red as a beet.
The fourth time we met was at the opera, which was actually the last place where I would expect him, given his experience with it. He took place on the balcony, but surprisingly quickly spotted me in the crowd and watched me throughout the performance. After the show, I went out to the parking lot to wait for a taxi, after a few moments I saw him walking towards me. He said that we've been running into each other too often lately, and that would I like to meet him specially, for example, in a restaurant. Of course I agreed. I'm going on a goddamn date with Bruce Wayne!
The fifth time I met him was when I least expected it. I was holded by Joker hostage in a bar. The clown said that he was bored so he came here to play, and when he noticed our sad faces, he decided to do a kidnapping. I was horrified. Fortunately, Batman showed up and started to deal with the Joker, but he always had an ace up his sleeve and collapsed all the doors and windows except one. The dark knight quickly thought of an escape plan and looked around for the hostages. As his gaze rested on me, something changed in his face. He beat the jester a few more times until he was unconscious, still screaming in his face that how could he do that. I had no idea what it was about. The police weren't there yet, so he tied Joker to the nearest pole and started carrying people out of the building one by one. He used the grappling hook to pull them up to the window and they jumped over to the other side. He did this with all the hostages. When the last person came, which was me, he repeated everything as with the others, but he did not leave me where everyone had been, he took me further, to a lonely and darkened alley. He set me firmly on the ground in front of him. I was a little shorter than him, so he leaned over me slightly and pulled off his mask. The face of the masked defender of the law turned out to be Bruce Wayne. Seeing my calmness and slight surprise on my face, he placed a gentle kiss on my lips, which I willingly returned. Honestly, it was the best kidnapping of my life. It is true that it is the only one and I never want to repeat it, but for the possibility of feeling those wonderful lips, I am able to do and persevere everything.