When in Gotham... [RP for gildedshadows]
[Follows THIS]
Alfred had most definitely been British. Lucky for Buffy she was used to Giles, only somewhere during her years of knowing him, Buffy had corrupted him. Alfred wasn't as relaxed in her company, and she suspected it had a lot to do with the fact that he was Bruce Wayne's man servant. Butler? She had no idea what the politically correct term was anymore. Sometimes she suspected it was more apt to call him a confidante.
It was also at a look from Alfred that told Buffy she'd once again made the right choice in clothing. She'd worn white and grey the first time she'd met Bruce when he'd come to Cleveland, but this time she was wearing a navy blue top and grey slacks. She was sure they'd covered blue as one of the few colours he liked.
The flight had been quicker than she'd anticipated, and also a lot more comfortable than the last time she'd flown. Something about not having screaming kids, or big beefy fat guys on either side of her allowing her to relax. There was the slightest twinge of guilt at knowing she was leaving Faith alone with the Slayerettes, but Buffy was hardly passing up this opportunity to see Bruce Wayne's stomping ground.
And as she stood in his penthouse there was every possibility she was starting to feel very out of place. It was like nothing she had ever seen, and it was definitely beginning to dawn on her that he really was the billionaire playboy and CEO she kept reading about. She was also starting to rethink the being bought policy. Was it too greedy to ask for an apartment with a view just like this one?
She cleared her throat as she started taking tentative steps towards the large windows, grateful Alfred had left her alone while she waited for Bruce. She didn't want anyone else catching her while she leaned forward and rest her forehead against the glass while looking down. Just like a kid would do in a high building. Lucky for Buffy she didn't have an issue with heights.
"Here's hoping I still got seven lives left just in case," she murmured as the thought crossed her mind that Slayer healing probably didn't cover falling from this high up.
Alfred had most definitely been British. Lucky for Buffy she was used to Giles, only somewhere during her years of knowing him, Buffy had corrupted him. Alfred wasn't as relaxed in her company, and she suspected it had a lot to do with the fact that he was Bruce Wayne's man servant. Butler? She had no idea what the politically correct term was anymore. Sometimes she suspected it was more apt to call him a confidante.
It was also at a look from Alfred that told Buffy she'd once again made the right choice in clothing. She'd worn white and grey the first time she'd met Bruce when he'd come to Cleveland, but this time she was wearing a navy blue top and grey slacks. She was sure they'd covered blue as one of the few colours he liked.
The flight had been quicker than she'd anticipated, and also a lot more comfortable than the last time she'd flown. Something about not having screaming kids, or big beefy fat guys on either side of her allowing her to relax. There was the slightest twinge of guilt at knowing she was leaving Faith alone with the Slayerettes, but Buffy was hardly passing up this opportunity to see Bruce Wayne's stomping ground.
And as she stood in his penthouse there was every possibility she was starting to feel very out of place. It was like nothing she had ever seen, and it was definitely beginning to dawn on her that he really was the billionaire playboy and CEO she kept reading about. She was also starting to rethink the being bought policy. Was it too greedy to ask for an apartment with a view just like this one?
She cleared her throat as she started taking tentative steps towards the large windows, grateful Alfred had left her alone while she waited for Bruce. She didn't want anyone else catching her while she leaned forward and rest her forehead against the glass while looking down. Just like a kid would do in a high building. Lucky for Buffy she didn't have an issue with heights.
"Here's hoping I still got seven lives left just in case," she murmured as the thought crossed her mind that Slayer healing probably didn't cover falling from this high up.