Hey, this is my first fanfiction, so please be nice!
Growing up in Gotham, you learn a few things fairly quickly. Number 1: don't go anywhere alone, especially at night. Number 2: If you see something suspicious or wrong, don't try to fix it. You'll just make things worse. Just keep walking. Number 3: try not to piss off the wrong people, it'll just get you in trouble.
If you follow those rules, you have a higher chance of staying safe here. But no plan keeps you completely safe in Gotham City. Of course in my line of work, I usually am carrying a big tool, and my muscles are pretty toned (if i do say so myself), so that probably doesn't hurt. I've been told i can look pretty frightening when i want to.
When I was young, I found that I had a knack for tinkering. I always loved figuring out how things worked. As I grew older, that fascination only grew. Despite my parent's desire for me to become something more 'professional', I went on to pursue mechanical engineering, where i get to be knee deep in machines and grease all day. Most of the time. There's a little paperwork, but it is much better than talking about the "expenses of the company, blah, blah blah." I never thought I would be able to get a job in it though, so I majored in business and minored in mechanical engineering (much to my chagrin, and my parent's delight.) When I finally found a job at Wayne enterprises as an analyser, I thought that I was gonna die it was so boring.
After a while, though, I was finally transferred to applied sciences (Where they send us actual smart people who ask too many questions and think differently than Earle. Screw you, Mr. Earle. After a while I found that I loved applied sciences, I got to do what I love: making things.
"Charlotte," Lucius' voice cut through my train of thought. I pulled my gaze from my latest project, a grappling hook gun (my newest baby, but shhh, don't tell my other projects), and give him a playful glare.
"Lucius, how many times do I have to tell you to call me Charlie." I plead, not really putting effort into it. Lucius chuckles and unceremoniously dumps a copy of the Gotham Gazette onto my work desk. On the front page, it reads: 'BRUCE WAYNE RETURNS TO GOTHAM'
"So?" I questioned, confused. Why would I need to know about this particular piece of information? I've never even seen a picture of the guys, much less care to find one.
"Bruce Wayne is back in town." He simply replied, with… what was that smirk for?
"This should matter to me….Why?"
"Well, you're a young, single woman. Seemed like you might be interested." Oh not this again. He sat down in the chair across from me and smirked. I sighed and gave him an unamused look.
"Really? That's what this is about? Lucius, I am really not interested in a man right now. Nor will I ever be! I want nothing to do with the male species in the romance department.." Honestly, Lucius is like a father to me and I love him, but this has gone too far.
"You are a 29 year old single female. Many women your age at least have a boyfriend by now…" his gaze turned semi-serious. " I just think you'd be happy." I understand that he is just looking out for me, but this is getting old. He's been giving me this talk for years now.
"Look," I groan, leaning back in my chair, "I appreciate the concern, but i am pretty sure I will never feel any attraction to a guy, and even if I did, I would never express it. Now please, Lucius. Let it go!"
By this point, I have stood up and started pacing behind my chair. He merely gives me that infuriating smirk that just screams 'I know more than you'.
"30 bucks says you're wrong." He challenges. I frown in confusion.
"Wrong about what?"
"I bet that the next man who comes out of that elevator, besides me of course, will catch your eye."
"You're on." I suppress a smirk. I know who's gonna win this one.
I should never have taken that bet.
The next day, I woke up in my crappy apartment in the narrows, got dressed in my typical plaid shirt, tank top, jeans and boots. Like everyday, I tie my caramel blonde hair up in a sloppy ponytail, and leave for work. On my way to the train, I stop and get a coffee and a bagel for breakfast.
When I finally arrive for work, I sit down, grab my grappling hook gun, and get to work. A few hours later, I hear the elevator door open. That's weird. I could have sworn Lucius already came in. I look up, and see the most attractive man I have ever seen. This is bad. Number 1: I suck at talking to guys, and Number 2: I now owe Lucius 30 bucks.