You had passed the library when he made for a sharp right turn, leading into a dimly lit lounge. It was extravagant with red velvet sofas and a large billiard board in the middle. The music from the hall was distant now. You looked around, letting your hand slide across the velvet cushion. 

"It's quite a la-..." You were suddenly silenced as Wayne took a firm but gentle grasp of your arm and spun you around. He used his strength to push you against the wall; you were surprised of how agile he was considering the amount of muscle underneath. He placed one arm just beside your shoulder, keeping you locked in in his embrace. You felt how you gasped for air, both shocked and excited. If you thought you were close under the dance, it was no match for the short distance between you both now. His breath was faster than before, staring right into your eyes. The control you had over your butterflies before was completely gone. You felt how your exhaling went faster. Was this good? You were business partners... The only sense of reason however entirely crashed out of the window as his lips were pressed against yours. It didn't take long for you, the entirety of you, to respond; your lips molded together and the desire for more kept it wild. His well build body pressed against yours and you could feel how warm he was. His passion engulfed you; your hands plastered themselves to his back, pressing him closer.  Unwillingly, you both had to let go in the kiss to gasp for air. For several seconds you simply stood gasping, staring at each other, processing what just happened.

All of a sudden two couples came crashing in, laughing and talking loudly, evidently drunk. With a hasted step, Bruce released himself from your embrace and straightened up his jacket, then placed a friendly smiled upon his features. Following his lead, yet somewhat slower while still comprehending what happened, you stretched yourself and laid your hair back correctly.

"Oh! Oh! Ohhh! If it isn't my best friend, Bruce Wayne!" One of the men with clear red hair and goatee waved his hands in the air towards Wayne, then returned one by wrapping it around the waist of a woman. You noticed how low the hand was placed, almost on the woman's butt. They weren't here to simply talk, you figured.

"Finally found someone worthy, eh, Bruce?!" One woman with pitch black hair in a red long dress crossed her arms.

"Simply discussing our partnership, Miss Lockwood. That is why I host these things, isn't it?" Wayne countered. Suddenly you felt quite in the way, out of place. Did the thing a few seconds ago just happen or did you imagine it all? Your confusion made you even further uncertain of why you were here.

"Perhaps... Perhaps I should leave..." You muttered and began taking slow steps out.

"No. Stay." Wayne placed his warm hand on your arm, hindering you from taking additional steps. As if his confidence coloured off on you, you walked back to his side.
Looking over at the entrance of the lounge, you saw the familiar elder man who spoke to you last. 

"Master Bruce, can I help you somehow?" He asked kindly.

Wayne turned to the man and nodded, "Please, Alfred, escort our guests out of the floor. I think they've had one drink too many."

"Right you are, sir." Alfred nodded and looked over at the couples, then motioned for them to come along. You were somewhat surprised on how easy they complied, but soon enough they left and you were alone once more. Bruce leaned against the Billiard table and looked at you as you looked on the floor. Why did you feel ashamed? Feelings was certainly hard to understand sometimes.

"Y/N, what's wrong?" His tone couldn't quite mask a hint of worry.

"Mister Wayne-..."

"Bruce. Call me Bruce."

"Bruce... I don't know if... What do you want from me?" You looked up at him. You had only met two weeks ago, and now he kissed you. Were you anything more than just a lay? You couldn't allow that. You couldn't allow being used. How could you be so stupid? Of course he wouldn't want anything else than that, he was Gotham's most desired bachelor. There's a reason he wasn't having someone yet.

"Y/N? Y/N are you listening to me?" 

You woke up from your clouded mind and saw Bruce standing right in front of you. He reached for your hands and held them up in his palms. Tilting your head backwards you looked up into his eyes, they stared back with tenderness. 

"I want to take you to a restaurant for dinner, and I want to get to know you."