Your P.O.V
You put on a necklace, matching beautifully with dark dress you were wearing.  You leaned closer to your dressing table mirror and checked your makeup one more time.  As you stood up to leave, your assistant came in, grinning like a small child.  "The car is out front, Bruce sent his butler to pick you up.  Exciting isn't it?"  Your head shot up.  "What?  Here so soon!"
You ran downstairs as fast as you could in heels.  Heels were like Satan's shoes when it came to running and parkour.  That was, if Satan did wear heels.  "Ms. Dehai!  Your bag!"  Your assistant shoved your purse into your hands as she led you to the car.
You quickly regained your composure as you passed the door and walked regally down the steps to where Alfred stood with the door open.  As you got into the car, Ms. Tunstra ran out the door and waved to you.  "Good luck dear!"  She said waving her handkerchief.  You gave a bashful smile.  "Thanks Nana!"  You called back before Alfred shut the door.
As Alfred drove away, he started up a conversation.  "Now, excuse me for prying but who might that wonderful lady be?"  You smiled and gave a small chuckle.  "Ms. Tunstra, maid, butler, head of house staff, only house staff.  She cared for me before my mother and I moved away."   Alfred nodded.  "She looks like quite the butler.  I can imagine she keeps the house in perfect condition."  "Pristine condition."  You agreed.
Just then, your phone went off from in your purse.  You jumped, and quickly dug through your purse and pulled out the phone.  You cringed.  "Oh um... Excuse me Alfred.  I'm afraid I have to take this."  "Please, by all means."  You pressed the green acceptance button and began the FaceTime with your mother. 
"Y/N Dehai!  How dare you not call me at our regular time!"  You almost dropped the phone and Alfred gave a silent chuckle.  "Mother!"  You violently whispered.  "I'm going to have dinner with Bruce Wayne."  Your mother's face lurched towards the screen, eventually only showing only her eye and eyebrow.  "A DATE!!!!"  Your mother's voice reached an volume similar to that of a megaphone.  "No. No."  You said shaking your head quickly.  "Purely business."
Your mother's face leaned back, showing enough for you to know she was not convinced.  "MmmmHMmm."  She said.  "Well.  I can see your busy so I'll leave you to it.  See you later sweatheart!  Be safe!"  Then she quickly hung up.  Your face turned redder than a sunset and you slipped down slightly taking long, deep breaths.
"Mothers."  Alfred said jokingly.  "They see two meanings for everything but only believe in one of them."  You nodded in agreement.  "Unfortunately..."  You put your hand on your face in an attempt to cool it before you reached the Wayne manor.

~TIME SKIP~
Alfred pulled up to the manor and walked around to help you step out of the vehicle.  As he opened the door, you slid out and gratefully accepted his hand.  Looking up, you saw the door already open and Bruce and two boys standing there.  Alfred came up by your side.  "Ms. Dehai, may I introduce Richard and Damien Wayne."  You smiled at them.  The younger one, Damien glared as he hid behind Bruce, a cold glare in his eye.  Richard however, was quite the opposite.
"Pleasure to meet you Ms. Dehai.  I'm sorry I wasn't able to attend the party with Bruce as I was attending to other matters."  He bowed and kissed your hand.  "Well I suppose you are forgiven."  You said smiling kindly.  Richard smiled back then you turned to Bruce.  "I'm sorry you had to send a car."  Bruce shook his head.  "Well Alfred...."  Bruce stared at a glaring Alfred behind you and cleared his throat.  "Er- I insisted on it."  "Sure you did."  Damien retorted.
"Well!"  Alfred said chuckling nervously.  "I believe I have a dinner to prepare."  Alfred grabbed Damien by the ear.  "You three can settle in the parlor until I'm done."  You watch Damien get dragged away by the old man.  Richard gave a hearty laugh and held out his arm.  "Damien is known to speak his mind, after all, he is still young."  You accepted his arm.  "I suppose.  Alfred seems to have had quite the experience dealing with children."
Bruce followed you both as you walked down the hall.  "Well he has raised quite the handful here.  Damien and myself included."  Richard replied.  You turned a corner into the parlor and sat across from Richard.  Just as you were becoming comfortable with your surroundings, Bruce sat himself next to you.  You watched him out the corner of your eye as he crossed his legs and leaned back into the worn leather.
Your all sat in silence for a full minute of so, you eyes meeting that of Richards but never Bruce's.  You tried many times but he remained stern, eyes staring blankly ahead.  You sighed inside your head.  This night was probably going to feel longer than the campaign itself.

~TIME SKIP~ (again because I can't think of conversation topics for the life of me)
You had discovered Richard to be a much better companion to converse with.  He was smart and eager to support you in your mission to clean off Gotham.  "I completely agree.  I believe it would be better to improve the economy more than the police force."  Richard said to you enthusiastically.  "Yes!"  You said, happy to see someone agree with you.  "If we improve the economy then the streets would theoretically become gradually better as people improve their lives."
Just then, Alfred appeared at the door.  "Dinner time Master Wayne."  Bruce stood up and offered his hand.  You looked at it in surprise then up at Bruce who gave a small smile.  Smiling awkwardly back, you accepted his hand.  "Well, if you'll excuse me, I'm afraid I must leave again."  Richard said.  You were taken aback.  "You are not joining us?"  Richard smiled.  "Afraid not.  I have a meeting of my own." 
You forced a smile but it was mostly drowned out by worry.  You had just gotten comfortable with Richard and now he was leaving you with Mr. Sulk in the corner.  You let go of Bruce's hand and held it out to Richard.  "Well it was a pleasure meeting you."  He shook your hand.  "Likewise."  Then, tipping his head, he left the room.
Alfred gestured to the door opposite to where Richard had left.  Walking though the doorway, you found yourself in an elegant dining room.  In the middle of the room lay a large table, filled with all sorts of food.  Bruce pulled out a chair and gestured to you.
Sitting down, you gave a small smile and waited for Bruce.  As he sat down, you both put the napkin on your lap and began dinner.  As you ate your food, Bruce cleared his throat and spoke.  "You beliefs in cleaning up the streets are much more civilized than your opponents forceful methods."  You nodded.  "Violence is not the answer to everything.  I must admit, some situations seem rather hopeless without brute force but I believe in compromise."  Bruce nodded as he chewed his food.
"You know, not all will agree with you."  You nodded.  "That is a challenge everyone must face throughout their career.  My mother frowned upon my ideas but I did not let her sway me."  Bruce raised an eyebrow.  "Why would your mother disagree on you running Gotham?"  You thought for a moment.  You had never taken that into much consideration.  "I suppose she didn't think a women could run anything big.  She and my father were heart-set on a son but only got my sister and I."
Bruce smiled.  "Well I believe women can run things just as well as men, if not better.  When you are in charge of something, it is often good to have the stern hand of a father but also the caring hand of a mother."  You smiled.   "Well I hope to be both."  There was silence for a moment before you added.  "You know, that sounded very poetic."  Bruce smiled.  "Well I try to be rather open minded."
You began to feel more comfortable and you sunk a little more into the giant padded chair.  Bruce's look suddenly darkened.  "You do realize that the rest of the government will use you as a puppet correct?"  You froze, hand tightening on the fork.  Setting down the utensil you turned to him.  "Not if I'm involved they won't."  Bruce gave an unsettling chuckle.  "Any government member is used.  Even the public.  You're note even aware it's happening."  You glared at him.  "And let me guess.  You're above it?  You are not some tool used by the government?" 
"I wouldn't say I'm above it, just not as easily controlled."  He said, sipping his wine.  You stood up and slapped him in the face.  Wine spilled over the both of you.  "You are rude and selfish!  I would be ashamed to have someone as self-centered representing my vote!"  You turned and made your way to the door.  "Well this has been a grand evening but I will be going now."
You angrily stomped off back the way you came, not even waiting to see if Bruce would follow you.  From behind the kitchen door, Alfred and Richard watched.  "Well there went my fanfiction..."  Alfred said sadly.  Both looked over to where Bruce stared at the way you had left.  "Well I suppose I shall go clean Master Wayne up."  Alfred said.  "I'll follow Y/N."  Richard said. 
You stomped down the hall, ignoring the pain that shot up from your heel from the hard tile.  Grabbing your coat/shawl you yanked open the door.  It was pouring outside, rain coming down in heavy sheets but you didn't care.  Walking outside, you stood there and dialed your assistant.  "Bring a car here now.  I'm leaving."  "Did you get the endorsement?" You assistant said nervously, sending your anger.  You growled and hung up.
You stood there for another minute before you heard the door open.  "You'll get soaked out here.  Umbrella?"  Richard said walking up behind you.  You sighed as Richard sheltered you both with the large cover.  "Well I'm certainly now going back in there."  You quickly looked at the young heir.  "Not to be rude but your father- Adopted father is rather... self-centered in his ways."  Richard nodded.  "Yea but deep down... Very deep down, he actually is a really giving guy.  He just needs that push."  You tucked your hair behind your ear.
"Well thank you for the offer," You narrowed your eyes and stepped out from the shelter of the umbrella.  "But I don't need the umbrella."  Richard frowned.  "If you insist."  He said, clearly reading your determined face.  "But if you need to get out of the rain your welcome to come inside."  You nodded and Richard left.  Shifting your feet, you looked around for your ride.

Bruce's P.O.V
Bruce stared out the rain covered window to the front steps where you sat in the steps, shoes by your side.  Alfred unbuttoned Bruce's wine covered shirt, exposing a beaten, muscular chest.  "That was the first time in many years I've seen you shocked Master Wayne."  Alfred said, hanging the dirty launders over his arm.  Bruce looked at him.  "Shocked?"  Alfred nodded and followed Bruce's gaze out the window.
"You know," Alfred observed.  "In terms of sitting out in the cold, she is quite determined."  Bruce scoffed.  "That means nothing.  There is no way one person can fix all of Gotham."  Alfred raised an eyebrow.  "One person like the fantastic Batman?"  Bruce said nothing.  "Well saving Gotham or not, it is your job as a hero to at least save this young women from a cold."  Alfred said.  Bruce opened his mouth to argue but was cut off by Alfred throwing a clean shirt at him.  "And do apologize for the dress."  Alfred said as he headed for the door.  "It was you who provoked her."

Your P.O.V
You hated to admit it but Richard's come-in-the-house offer was seeming rather appealing at the moment.  You shivered as you sat on the steps as the rain continued to pour down.  You had gotten a text from your assistant that the car was on it's way but had hit some traffic.  Just then the door opened behind you.  "I told you I'm not coming inside Richard."  "Then at least allow me to sit outside with you."  You swirled around and stared at Bruce, holding an umbrella and a blanket.
You scoffed but were rather grateful as the warm blanket was placed delicately on your shoulders.  Bruce sat down stiffly next to you, umbrella unmoving in his hand.  You stared at him, confused.  One minute he was a nice guy, inviting you to dinner, the next he was a rude brat.  No wonder he was single.  "You can't help Gotham if you have a cold.  Oh and sorry about the dress."  He mumbled.  You squinted you eyes at him.  "I will never understand you Bruce Wayne."  You gave a small smile.  "Few do."  You smiled back then frowned as your car came around.  "But that still does not change my first impression of you."  You handed him back and blanket as you hopped into the limo, you assistant fussing over your wet, shivering form.  Bruce watched as you took one last glance at him before the chaffer closed the door.  From a high up window, Alfred looked down smiling.  "Fanfiction can still work."  He said giving a small fist bump to the air.

A/N:  May would call this chapter long and boring. I use the term 'setting a decently paced relationship and plot.'  And yes, according to some Batman TV shows/comics Alfred actually does right fanfiction which is the best thing since sliced bread.  I hope you all enjoyed this chapter.  It did get kinda confusing to me.  Basically, Bruce is behind nice to you because Alfred said so, but soon... SOON it will start getting to the better stuff.  Like the Batman X reader part... Just give it a bit.
Stay fabulous!
~ApocalypseRaccoon (What it I'm Alfred *mind blown*)