"Is this really necessary?" Bruce sighed, still sitting in his car with Alfred in the front, smiling at the young man from the rear mirror.

"It's part of the famous life master Bruce," Alfred pointed out.

"Doesn't mean I got to like it."

Bruce sighed and got out of the car, messing with his dark colored tie that fitted with his black suit, just one of the many hanging in his closet. He didn't quite like the suits, too stiff for his opinion but Alfred kept telling him that he had to look presentable whenever he went somewhere as Bruce Wayne. Alfred also got out of the car, slapping Bruce's hands away from his tie and adjusting it again before pushing the younger man towards the big villa in front of them.

It was white and it looked rather expensive, a house that Bruce could easily live in if he didn't have the manor. It was still early, around 11 am if Bruce wasn't mistaken, he was too lazy to look on his watch that he had gotten from Alfred for this birthday so many years ago.

"Ah Mr. Wayne, you're here, just on time," a young girl opened the door, her black hair falling in messy bangs in front of her eyes and her brown eyes looking at him while a small smile was present on her rosy lips. Bruce raised an eyebrow at her as the girl was slightly out of breath, her cheeks were slightly pink, which showed that she had probably ran to open the door as soon as she could, not wanting to leave him waiting.

"I want to thank you for coming," the girl's voice echoed through the big empty house as she walked up the stairs, Bruce however kept his gaze on the high ceiling of the house, "you can come up Mr. Wayne."

Shaking his head, Bruce sighed and walked up the stairs, keeping his hands in the pockets of his pants, wondering what would happen to him that day.

"I'm sorry but I don't think I caught your name," Bruce smirked, tapping the young girl on the shoulder. Jumping up and almost letting her camera drop, the girl chuckled nervously and placed the camera back on the table behind her before she stuck out her hand.

"Oh I'm sorry, I'm Nicole, I'll be your photographer of the day."

"Nice to meet you Nicole," Bruce nodded before letting his eyes go over the room they were in right now.

It was an empty room except for a few tables filled with necessary items for the photo shoot and a clothing rack. Bruce frowned slightly at the clothes hanging on the rack but shrugged the feeling off that this photo shoot would be different from all the others. Nicole seemed busy with preparing everything and before Bruce knew it, he was pulled aside by another girl, who's name he didn't get but she pushed him quickly in one of the chairs decorating the next room and started applying the necessary make-up on him.

"Not a word Alfred," Bruce glared at the older man who stood at the doorway of the room with an amused expression on his old features.

"Alright Mr. Wayne, I heard a lot about you," Nicole said, walking in the room and looking at how he was doing, "yes that's enough make-up," she said to the girl who was currently doing Bruce's make-up.

"Good things I hope," Bruce raised an eyebrow at Nicole who jerked her head back in a way to get her black bangs out of her eyes but in the end had to resort to just wiping them away with her hand.

"I heard you don't like photo shoots, that's for sure," Nicole raised an eyebrow at the man who looked at himself in the mirror, surprised that you could almost not notice the amount of make-up smeared on his face.

"Well that's the understatement of the year," Bruce muttered, rolling his eyes towards the ceiling.

"So we're going to make this one, a little bit different, perhaps it may turn out to be fun?"

"I doubt it."

Nicole pursed her lips together and shook her head at the man's fake enthusiasm for the photo shoot, she had often worked with difficult clients but he had to be one of the toughest. After all, he was Bruce fucking Wayne, prince of Gotham city and CEO of Wayne Enterprises, although everybody knew that Lucius Fox lead the company instead of Wayne himself. Bruce was just the face of the company, a young man in his mid 20's that was the dream man of many ladies in Gotham.

He wasn't exactly bad looking either, his brown hair was almost reaching his shoulders as he was in desperate need of a cut (and a shave but even Nicole had to admit that the little scruff looked rather good on him) but apparently he didn't quite mind the long hair. His smile could drop ladies to their feet within seconds and his eyes were brown as chocolate, it was hard not to fall in love with him, or at least adore him.

Bruce wasn't quite thin, that's was sure, apparently he liked working out, at least, that's what Nicole saw when she asked him to remove the vest of his suit and hang it over his shoulder while holding onto it with only one finger. He had rather muscular arms and it wouldn't surprise the young photographer if he also had a six-pack, although she didn't dare to ask him to remove his shirt so she could see.

"Alright, now if you could, run your hand through your hair?" Nicole looked at Bruce hopeful who did just that, hoping that, if he cooperated, it would go by sooner, "that's perfect thanks."

It wasn't hard to keep staring at the man in front of her, Nicole noticed that soon enough. The way he looked at the camera, a mix of annoyance and hope that it would be over soon, would probably make the thousands of girls in Gotham swoon when these pictures were to be released. Nodding and giving Bruce a small break, Nicole looked at her pictures and smiled at them, seeing that they were done for this room.

"How about we move outside for the rest of the shoot? It's nice weather," Nicole nodded, "but you need to get changed, Lexy, get this man the clothes I picked out earlier!"

"Sure thing boss," Lexy winked before pulling Bruce away from the camera and pushing him back into the room where he had been overloaded with make-up. A few seconds later, the girl named Lexy, who had also done his make-up, walked in the room, carrying a pair of jeans and a simple white shirt.

"Here, put that on," Lexy gave him the clothes, smiling at him before walking back to the door.

"What's wrong with my suit?"

"Nothing darling, just, all your photo shoots are in suits," Lexy smirked.

"Because I look good in them!" Bruce shot back, smirking himself.

"Well, now you're going to have to wear that darling, deal with it."

Bruce sighed and started unbuttoning his shirt, looking at the clothes he had gotten and suddenly getting more out of this photo shoot than he had thought. From the mirrors around him, he could clearly see the scars on his back and briefly he hoped that Nicole wouldn't ask him to remove his shirt, he had been glad that he didn't have to do it for the first part but you never knew with the second part, Bruce had spotted a pool outside earlier so he hoped that neither of the two girls would get the idea to push him in or ask him to get in.

Walking out of the room, feeling rather strange in the jeans and the white shirt, Bruce wondered what the photo shoot would contain for the next hour or so, he had just looked on his watch and saw that it was around noon right now, the photo shoot was planned to end around 1 pm so the girls had one more hour with him before he was back to the boring offices of Wayne Enterprises and the endless meetings. Anything was better than photo shoots, Bruce had to admit that. The moment he walked out of the room, his shirt still unbuttoned as he was too lazy to close it, he was met with the gazes of the two ladies, looking at him like he had just done something wrong. Bruce frowned, looking around him and then back at the ladies who hadn't blinked in over a minute.

"Is there something on my face?" Bruce asked and when he didn't get an answer from the ladies, he just started to occupy himself with closing the shirt button by button.

"Ugh, come here darling," Lexy shook out of her sort of trance and walked over to Bruce, unbuttoning his shirt again and only buttoning his shirt once, somewhere around the middle. Looking at him as she took a step back, she pursed her lips together and then rolled up his sleeves until over his elbows before nodding in acceptance, "now you look good."

"I always look good," Bruce shot back, smirking a little and showing his ego, but also noticing Alfred rolling his eyes from the corner of his eye before the young man chuckled.

"Lexy you're almost done with him? We only got 50 minutes left and I want to do some more shoots," Nicole shouted from outside, Lexy looked over her shoulder and then back at Bruce before nodding and pushing him outside.

"Oh good, you're ready, now, if you could stand against that wall, with your hands in your pockets," Nicole squinted her eyes as Bruce took the pose she asked for, "yeah, that's it!"

Bruce looked at the camera, looking rather bored and wondering how much minutes had passed since he had been standing out there, probably not even a whole 5 minutes but still, Bruce couldn't help but wonder. Taking several shots before lowering the camera again, Nicole tried to think of a new pose for Bruce as quick as she could.

"Could you, go and sit in that chair, just in front of the pool?"

Frowning a bit, Bruce nodded and sat down in the chair, wondering if Nicole had any preferred position.

"Great, now, sit with your legs crossed over each other, yeah, like that," Nicole nodded when Bruce just laid his leg over his other one, his bare ankle resting on his knee (since he had chosen to keep his shoes off and do the rest of the shoot on his bare feet, knowing he would regret it later), "and lean back in the chair, like that, great!"

Motioning that Bruce could stand up again after Nicole took several pictures of him sitting down, she asked him to go and lay down in front of the pool, looking in the water and dipping in it with his finger, Bruce could just feel the amused glance coming from Alfred when Nicole got on the other side of the pool, also laying on her stomach and the camera positioned so that she could take some nice shots of Bruce laying down.

Clearly she was enjoying the relaxed sphere around the photo shoot and the pool so she just kept taking shots. Bruce didn't really mind, he was quite comfortable on the stones surrounding the pool, and the water in the pool was just the right temperature so it wasn't like his hand was freezing off. Sighing deeply, he started to get slightly tired by laying there and just wanted to close his eyes for just a bit, it had been quite a night last night with several people thinking they also could play Batman when they didn't even have the right outfit to protect them from the dangers he faced every night.

"I think we got enough shots from around here, let's go look in the garage shall we," Nicole winked at Bruce, who wondered what was in the garage. Arriving there and helping Nicole to open the gate and clearly liking what he saw.

In the garage stood three beautiful cars that Bruce immediately recognized as a Mercedes, Porsche 911 and a Dodge Viper. Bruce smiled at the cars and let his fingers go over the Porsche 911, admiring it slightly even though he preferred Lamborghini's.

"Alright, let's just, take some pictures with the cars yes?" Nicole smiled at Bruce who was already looking inside the Porsche with a big grin on his lips as he touching the wheel and then just decided to sit down in the car.

His eyes were a little wider than before, and they had this, slight glint of happiness in them that Nicole adored, so before Bruce could change his position, she quickly took a shot, thanking god that her flash wasn't on so he wouldn't notice. Bruce clearly forgot that the girl was even there, or where Alfred had disappeared to once he got in the car and started to explore it, smiling brightly when he found that the key was still in the contact.

"Come on, get in," Bruce smirked.

"Excuse me, what?" Nicole hung her camera around her neck for a moment to pull her long hair in a ponytail while frowning at Bruce who was looked excited like a kid on Christmas evening.

"We're going to have a little ride, come on, hop in."

"I'm not sure if we can, or that they'll let us," Nicole hesitated, looking at Bruce who already had closed the door on his side and rolled the window down.

"Well they shouldn't let the key in the contact then," Bruce nodded, dangling the keys between two fingers in front of Nicole's eyes before the girl sighed, giving in.

This photo shoot clearly got in the hands of Bruce Wayne the moment Nicole got in the car, apparently he didn't quite mind that the car wasn't his while he sped off from the garage over the territory, clearly enjoying the speed the car was taking. With the window open, Nicole managed to take some nice shots as the wind was already messing up his hair and that Bruce's smile was more genuine than in any of the other shots.

Suddenly, everything changed around the two persons in the car, Bruce was clearly enjoying himself more driving around in a car than laying around the pool for pictures or standing up, trying to make the shoot go over as quickly as he could. He was actually enjoying himself, and all it took was a ride in the Porsche standing in the garage that was occasionally used for background.

By the time it was 2 pm, and the end of the photo shoot, Bruce and Nicole both arrived back at the garage with the Porsche still in one piece, much to the relief of Nicole who got out, looking in admiration to the pictures she was able to take in the car itself, the lightening was a little off, but at least Bruce Wayne seemed like he was enjoying himself on a photo shoot for once.

A week later, Nicole found herself standing in the big hall of the manor, Alfred had just let her in and went off to find Bruce, wherever he was to be found in the big house. Under her arm was a big brown envelope, normally she didn't like showing her pictures to the people before she went and brought them to the magazine staff so they could incorporate them in the article but Nicole felt that Bruce should have a change to see them before they were send off to whatever magazine needed them.

"Mr. Wayne, I got your pictures," Nicole nodded, getting out the envelope from under her arm and laying it down on the table. Bruce looked shocked slightly, probably wondering why the girl would want him to see the pictures, it's not like he really cared what happened to the pictures, "I thought you would like to see them."

Bruce nodded and saw Nicole place the pictures one by one on the glass table, being as careful as she could, trying not to spoil them with fingerprints. Bruce smiled at her and looked down at each individual picture she showed him, some of them were really liked by Bruce, especially those around the pool and him standing outside against the wall with the jeans and half open shirt appealed to him.

"You like them?" Nicole asked after a few minutes of silence between her and Bruce, in the mean time, Alfred, had appeared behind Bruce and started to look at the pictures too, nodding as a response to the question.

"I like those car shots," Bruce pointed at the couple of darker pictures.

"You can have those actually, I'm not going to send those in," Nicole smirked, "they're not professional enough probably, and besides, I don't think they would fit with the article."

"I'll find a nice place for them I'm sure," Alfred nodded, patting Bruce slightly on the shoulder and smiling at the boy he had raised. Bruce chuckled himself and nodded, accepting the envelope that had the pictures in it and then handing it to Alfred before letting Nicole out again, thanking her for letting him see the pictures before they would appear in the magazine.

"It's my pleasure Mr. Wayne," Nicole winked, "see you next time you need a photo shoot."

"You can count on it," Bruce nodded and waited until Nicole was a little bit further down the driveway before shouting after her;

"I told you I always look good!"