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- Feb 15, 2013
It was hard for Bruce to not feel pride when Selina admitted to being impressed by his romantic display. If tabloids found out Bruce was the one who had gone to this extreme for a date, they would eat it up as Bruce was known for throwing money around but very very rarely for a romantic outing. Even while he spoke along the carriage ride, Selina's beauty wasn't lost on the man. The passing lights only served to catch every angle of her face for a moment and it helped to guide Bruce's gaze while he spoke to her.
The compliment about his appearance made Bruce turn a soft shade of red and he sheepishly looked away for a moment, glancing at his shoes. "Thanks." His cold eyes bounced back up to meet her emeralds. "It took me forever to find that brush too. Most of the time I just roll out of bed and use a bit of gel to style it quickly."
Bruce wondered if maybe Selina was indeed a thief, but she played it as cool as he did about being an F.B.I. agent, so he figured it was just the paranoia he held for everyone, sneaking up on him yet again and thus decided to ignore his gut instincts for now. The thought continued to nag at the back of his brain for a few more moments before he managed to forget about it when Selina mentioned she hadn't found her next target. Criminals in Gotham were normally fairly quick to move onto a new target.
"Hmm? What do you mean?- Oh... it looks quite popular already." Bruce questioned and answered all in one breath as he gazed to the direction Selina had been while they pulled up to the new club. The conversation quickly went to what Selina did for fun and he smiled softly. "Cats and art huh? How many cats do you have? Is there a style of art you prefer?"
Trust Fund Baby... that struck a nerve with Bruce that he wouldn't tell anyone about, so instead he found himself doing what he always did, smiling at the mention of it. "Well I'll come clean but you have to promise to not tell anyone my secret. I don't date those models. On the occasions I am at a public event, it just looks better for me and a 'happening' or 'in style' model to be seen together. If I had it my way, I'd just go it alone. A lot of what you see is just for show." Bruce waved his hand as if to dismiss the idea of being with models often.
"Anyway, when I'm not doing all the stuff you see on t.v. I can be found working on cars, and computers. I'm a bit of a nerd... But I like to understand what is being built at my company before we invest money into something that is going to get someone hurt." Bruce continued, showing he may be more into the ins and outs of his job than reports would let on.
The cart slowed to a stop and Bruce stepped out first, sure to pull the steps down so he could help Selina out of the carriage. He took her hand and helped to huide Selina down and kept his free hand open and at her hip, without touching, just in case she fell and needed to be caught. "--!" Bruce's breath caught in his throat when the raven haired temptress took Bruce by the tie and straightened it.
He watched the way her long slender fingers worked his tie just to flick it into position, the subtly intimate action made Bruce hold his breath without even realize he was doing it. It was Selina's sudden assurance that she was enjoying herself that made Bruce ease a bit and nod, his confidence settling in a sort of wary state. He feared upsetting the unreadable woman but felt conviction in his actions.
Selina's hand slid slowly down Bruce's chest and it made him not only turn a shade of red, it sent jolts of electricity through him and left the tall man struggling to catch his breath in a way that only Cat dagging her tongue against his masked face had done to him before. He wasn't sure what it was about the slightly shorter woman, but her simple touch was enough to make him lose his senses for a moment.
Bruce let Selina guide his hand to her hip so that his arm was wrapped around her lower back and gazed down upon the woman giving him the most seductive stare he had ever seen and it made his knees go weak while his fingers gently kneaded the fabric of her dress. "We shall." Bruce winked at Selina and started to walk up to the gated entrance of the Iceberg Lounge.
Quickly Bruce took note that the docks here were cleaner than anywhere else in the city, as if that would erase the feeling of blood from the old wooden planks that made the docks up. To him they were just as dirty as the day he was able to understand the horrors that the city could inflict upon the innocent. Yet for the first time, he didn't let that ruin his night, didn't let it make him want to put the mask on and do what he normally did. All he wanted was to get lost in the date he had with Selina.
Up ahead, as the duo neared the roped off doorway. Bruce couldn't help but notice two heavies checking a list. The two were twins, oval in general shape and bald, dressed in matching and very cheap black suits with white leather shoes. Tweedle and Dee... The two were known in the underworld as effective goons for hire that could brawl and take a beating better than most men in the city. Bruce could confirm those claims.
Finally the couple came to the rope and the twins took one look at Bruce and Selina, then their clipboard and the one on the left, Dee, wearing a pink rose in his pocket stepped forward. "You're not on the list pal-" But before he could finish, Bruce spoke up and cut him off. "Yeah I know. But everyone in Gotham will show up tomorrow if Bruce Wayne tells the tabloids that The Iceberg Lounge is where I prefer to spend my time after one visit. So why don't you..." Bruce pulled the rope open with one arm and handed it to Dee's twin. Then took the rose out of Dee's suit pocket and walked right past him, guiding Selina as he did. "...Get out of the King of Gotham's way."
The two men stared dumbfoundedly at Bruce's bold move and had to rush to get the rope put back in place before someone else tried the same stunt.
Inside the Lounge, a long red carpet led to a hostess stand modeled after an ice sculpture. The women servers wore tuxedo's and the hosts wore a simple pair of black slacks and white button down. At the center of the lounge was a large pillar of ice and around it, on several levels, a dance floor aside from the center floor where a band was set up so their music carried up and down the dance floors. Rounded tables littered the rest of the club for guests to wine and dine at and soon a hostess showed Bruce and Selina to a table that was on the opposite side of the band but on the top floor.
As the two sat, Bruce noticed that the lights all seemed to be set inside of crystals and suspended from the rafters of each floor's support structure with hanging chains. The seats were warm despite the cold radiating off of the massive iceberg the club was named after. It seemed to create the perfect temperature in the room. Bruce stood behind Selina's chair and helped slide her seat while she sat then handed her the rose he had taken from Dee and sat across from her while the hostess lit two candles atop the table and poured them a glass of red wine. Light music filled the air but Bruce wasn't focused on that.
"Were you born in Gotham, Selina? Or did you move here?" He wondered, wanting to keep the conversation light until dinner had been ordered.
The compliment about his appearance made Bruce turn a soft shade of red and he sheepishly looked away for a moment, glancing at his shoes. "Thanks." His cold eyes bounced back up to meet her emeralds. "It took me forever to find that brush too. Most of the time I just roll out of bed and use a bit of gel to style it quickly."
Bruce wondered if maybe Selina was indeed a thief, but she played it as cool as he did about being an F.B.I. agent, so he figured it was just the paranoia he held for everyone, sneaking up on him yet again and thus decided to ignore his gut instincts for now. The thought continued to nag at the back of his brain for a few more moments before he managed to forget about it when Selina mentioned she hadn't found her next target. Criminals in Gotham were normally fairly quick to move onto a new target.
"Hmm? What do you mean?- Oh... it looks quite popular already." Bruce questioned and answered all in one breath as he gazed to the direction Selina had been while they pulled up to the new club. The conversation quickly went to what Selina did for fun and he smiled softly. "Cats and art huh? How many cats do you have? Is there a style of art you prefer?"
Trust Fund Baby... that struck a nerve with Bruce that he wouldn't tell anyone about, so instead he found himself doing what he always did, smiling at the mention of it. "Well I'll come clean but you have to promise to not tell anyone my secret. I don't date those models. On the occasions I am at a public event, it just looks better for me and a 'happening' or 'in style' model to be seen together. If I had it my way, I'd just go it alone. A lot of what you see is just for show." Bruce waved his hand as if to dismiss the idea of being with models often.
"Anyway, when I'm not doing all the stuff you see on t.v. I can be found working on cars, and computers. I'm a bit of a nerd... But I like to understand what is being built at my company before we invest money into something that is going to get someone hurt." Bruce continued, showing he may be more into the ins and outs of his job than reports would let on.
The cart slowed to a stop and Bruce stepped out first, sure to pull the steps down so he could help Selina out of the carriage. He took her hand and helped to huide Selina down and kept his free hand open and at her hip, without touching, just in case she fell and needed to be caught. "--!" Bruce's breath caught in his throat when the raven haired temptress took Bruce by the tie and straightened it.
He watched the way her long slender fingers worked his tie just to flick it into position, the subtly intimate action made Bruce hold his breath without even realize he was doing it. It was Selina's sudden assurance that she was enjoying herself that made Bruce ease a bit and nod, his confidence settling in a sort of wary state. He feared upsetting the unreadable woman but felt conviction in his actions.
Selina's hand slid slowly down Bruce's chest and it made him not only turn a shade of red, it sent jolts of electricity through him and left the tall man struggling to catch his breath in a way that only Cat dagging her tongue against his masked face had done to him before. He wasn't sure what it was about the slightly shorter woman, but her simple touch was enough to make him lose his senses for a moment.
Bruce let Selina guide his hand to her hip so that his arm was wrapped around her lower back and gazed down upon the woman giving him the most seductive stare he had ever seen and it made his knees go weak while his fingers gently kneaded the fabric of her dress. "We shall." Bruce winked at Selina and started to walk up to the gated entrance of the Iceberg Lounge.
Quickly Bruce took note that the docks here were cleaner than anywhere else in the city, as if that would erase the feeling of blood from the old wooden planks that made the docks up. To him they were just as dirty as the day he was able to understand the horrors that the city could inflict upon the innocent. Yet for the first time, he didn't let that ruin his night, didn't let it make him want to put the mask on and do what he normally did. All he wanted was to get lost in the date he had with Selina.
Up ahead, as the duo neared the roped off doorway. Bruce couldn't help but notice two heavies checking a list. The two were twins, oval in general shape and bald, dressed in matching and very cheap black suits with white leather shoes. Tweedle and Dee... The two were known in the underworld as effective goons for hire that could brawl and take a beating better than most men in the city. Bruce could confirm those claims.
Finally the couple came to the rope and the twins took one look at Bruce and Selina, then their clipboard and the one on the left, Dee, wearing a pink rose in his pocket stepped forward. "You're not on the list pal-" But before he could finish, Bruce spoke up and cut him off. "Yeah I know. But everyone in Gotham will show up tomorrow if Bruce Wayne tells the tabloids that The Iceberg Lounge is where I prefer to spend my time after one visit. So why don't you..." Bruce pulled the rope open with one arm and handed it to Dee's twin. Then took the rose out of Dee's suit pocket and walked right past him, guiding Selina as he did. "...Get out of the King of Gotham's way."
The two men stared dumbfoundedly at Bruce's bold move and had to rush to get the rope put back in place before someone else tried the same stunt.
Inside the Lounge, a long red carpet led to a hostess stand modeled after an ice sculpture. The women servers wore tuxedo's and the hosts wore a simple pair of black slacks and white button down. At the center of the lounge was a large pillar of ice and around it, on several levels, a dance floor aside from the center floor where a band was set up so their music carried up and down the dance floors. Rounded tables littered the rest of the club for guests to wine and dine at and soon a hostess showed Bruce and Selina to a table that was on the opposite side of the band but on the top floor.
As the two sat, Bruce noticed that the lights all seemed to be set inside of crystals and suspended from the rafters of each floor's support structure with hanging chains. The seats were warm despite the cold radiating off of the massive iceberg the club was named after. It seemed to create the perfect temperature in the room. Bruce stood behind Selina's chair and helped slide her seat while she sat then handed her the rose he had taken from Dee and sat across from her while the hostess lit two candles atop the table and poured them a glass of red wine. Light music filled the air but Bruce wasn't focused on that.
"Were you born in Gotham, Selina? Or did you move here?" He wondered, wanting to keep the conversation light until dinner had been ordered.