When in Gotham... [RP for gildedshadows]

[gr8muppetyodin]

[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

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[gildedshadows]

Bruce had spent the entire day in meetings, doing what he considered penance for the chance to show the current object of his affections around the city as long as she wanted to stay. Meetings his board -- and Lucius Fox especially - were surprised to find their figurehead paying attention to, for once, and offering slightly less outrageous ideas than usual. One member even suggested calling for a doctor before they figured out what he was attempting and went back to business as usual shortly after

[gr8muppetyodin]

Buffy jumped at the sound of his voice, her attention well and truly lost on the traffic and life several floors down. Her forehead hit the glass as she attempted to move away from the window and she could feel herself start to flush with embarrassment as she turned to face Bruce with a sheepish look as she raised her hand to her forehead.

"Ah, thanks. Your city might not be taking that so much as a compliment right now. Good thing we're still not up to first impressions, huh?" She rubbed at the spot on her forehead hoping it wasn't enough of a hit to bruise it so it matched her top. "Beautiful roses, Bruce. Once again you show me that pink is still a colour you can carry off."

[gildedshadows]

He tsked quietly, moving forward to set the flowers down on a table, and continue around to wear she was standing. Although one glance assured him there would be no lasting bruise, he took his time peering at her forehead. After a few moments more than it was probably polite, green eyes flicked away to look at the city shrouded in early dusk.

"I carry most things well and my ego will be horribly depressed if you've forgotten."

Another glance down at her, a faint smile forming across his mouth, before Bruce stepped further towards the window. "You're as beautiful as I remember." It's probably clear he isn't actually addressing the view, but the woman next to him.

[gr8muppetyodin]

Buffy was still feeling more than a bit sheepish, but she had dropped her hand away from her forehead while he'd been inspecting it. Half of her was hoping he'd kiss it better, but for playboy, Bruce really had the gentleman act down. It was one of the things she liked about him.

She smirked a little, her eyes mostly on him instead of the view. "Wouldn't want your ego being depressed. That usually leads to much Ben & Jerry's while watching Molly Ringwald movies. Or is that just my ego when it's depressed?"

Buffy tucked her hands behind her back and clasped them. "Now I know for a fact my ego would have been horribly depressed if you'd forgotten that fact. Not that I'm being immodest. I'm chock full of modesty. You're just as good with the compliments as I remember. And as handsome. Also, definitely developing a suit fetish."