Summary: Boy meets girl, boy meets girl again, boy meets girl AGAIN… and then he finally gets her last name! But last names are just the beginning, in this story of mistaken identity, "connections," dimples, trust, and karaoke bars. Sometimes you need to go on a date before you can become friends, and sometimes you need to become someone's personal assistant before you can fall in love with them. Romantic action-adventure dramady. A bit like Two Weeks Notice, if you stand on your head and squint VERY hard. Title comes from the song of the same name. Listen, and you shall learn.
Copyright: I don't own anything. Except for Ellie. And her cat. And her friends… sort of.
Chapter One: Looking Back
The tapping on the glass made Bruce look up. His hair hung in his eyes, so he had to flick it out of the way to catch a glimpse of the little girl standing on the other side of the glass.
She was slightly chubby, sort of tall (for her age, of course), with a cute round face, pink cheeks, and dimples that made her look perpetually happy. The unruly brown curls sprouting out of her head only added to the cherub look. She smiled when he looked up at her, but his somber face made her happy look disappear immediately. Bruce found himself feeling sorry the look went away.
The next thing he knew, she was pulling her lower eyelids down and sticking out her tongue at him, making the most horrendous face a cute little five- or six-year-old girl could muster.
Bruce found himself almost laughing. The smile on his face seemed enough to make the girl happy, and she grinned back at him, the gap where her front tooth should be showing quite clearly. She turned to the curly-haired woman standing beside her, tugging on her sleeve.
"Mommy, why's that boy sad?" Bruce heard her ask through the thin glass. The woman turned away from the police officer she was talking to, to glance at him briefly, before smiling sadly down at her daughter.
"His mommy and daddy died, sweetie," the woman replied, avoiding Bruce's gaze as she turned back to the police officer.
The little girl turned back to Bruce and frowned. He saw a single tear slide down her cheek as she stared at him. He looked away to hide his own tears, coming back, as fresh as always, and, when he looked up, the girl and her mother had disappeared.
He turned to the door, as a policeman with a mustache wandered into the room, kneeling down in front of him, a sad look on his face.
Bruce slowly stepped out of the shadows a bit, to get a better look at what was going on in the courthouse entrance, when a young woman appeared out of nowhere. She quite obviously didn't see him (until it was too late) and ran into him.
"Oh, my gosh, I'm so sorry," she murmured, looking up at him briefly. Bruce realized that she had been crying.
Aside from that, there was something familiar about her. She was slim, with a slightly round face and pink cheeks. Her short brown hair was curly, and her face had the look of dimples - if only she'd smile. She was probably about eighteen or nineteen.
"Are you alright?" Bruce asked, placing a hand tenderly on her arm. He felt himself somehow instinctively drawn to this stranger.
The girl tried to pull off a disconcerted look. "Yeah, I... well, no." For some reason, she felt like she could tell him the truth. "I'm not. I just came from the Chill trial..." She sighed, sniffling slightly. "What he did to those people is awful. I don't care what he's done; you can't redeem yourself from cold-blooded murder."
"Do you think he deserves to die?" Bruce asked, his voice sounding far off. The girl looked up at him, startled.
"Well... yeah, I guess. I mean... do unto others as you want done to you, y'know? I think everyone involved in a premeditated murder should get the death sentence. And he did it, beyond a shadow of a doubt." The girl sighed, brushing a piece of hair out of her eyes. "Sorry, I probably sound totally stupid. Ranting to some total stranger."
"Actually, it's refreshing, away from all those people who think that it's okay for that man to get away with what he did," Bruce admitted. Maybe it was because she hadn't gotten a good look at him, or maybe it was because she didn't know what Bruce Wayne looked like; either way, she obviously didn't recognize him.
"Did you stay all the way through the trial?" he asked.
The girl shook her head, staring at the ground. "No. I left before it was halfway through. In disgust." She chuckled cynically, looking up at him. "Sorry, I'm babbling on without even introducing myself. I'm Ellie."
"Br…" Bruce held his tongue for a moment. "Brian." They shook hands.
"So, how are you connected to the trial?" she asked, cocking her head and shoving her hands into her pockets.
"I, uh… I'm a close friend of the family's," he replied. "I came for moral support."
"Oh. Yeah, I sorta did, too…" She looked slightly guilty.
"Did you know the Wayne's?" Bruce asked. Even though he distantly recognized Ellie, he knew that they'd never met through his family connections.
"Well… uh…" She rolled her eyes up to the sky, as if she'd find the courage to answer him there. "This is sort of embarrassing…" she muttered, biting her lip. "I… The Wayne's were killed when I was five, right? And my mom was the insurance agent who handled their case… she took me into the police station with her, and there was this little boy sitting in this room, all by himself, while people kept trying to take pictures."
Bruce was taken back to that day, twelve years ago, that had changed his life forever. Sitting in that chair, feeling more alone than ever. Looking up at the little girl, with the curly hair and chubby face, and the dimples…
"And I saw him, and it just made me so sad… I always had a soft spot for cute boys with freckles, even when I was five." She blushed. "So I made this funny face, to try and cheer him up. That's what my dad always did when I was sad." She smiled reminiscently. "And he smiled. Just for a second, but it was like… we had a connection, y'know? And I didn't find out until I was about thirteen that that was actually Bruce Wayne."
"I'm sure he really appreciated that," Bruce stated consolingly, his eyes becoming misty. "You were the only one there when he needed a smile the most."
"Well, he probably doesn't remember me anymore," she replied nonchalantly, brushing a few stray hairs out of her eyes. "I just thought that I should come and watch." Ellie shook her head. "I have to go now. Sorry. It was nice to meet you, though, Brian." She gave him a small smile, before dashing to the edge of the curb and catching a nearby cab.
Bruce sighed and made sure no one was watching him, slowly pulling the gun out from his pocket and staring at it. He checked to make sure it was loaded and pushed it into his sleeve, where no one would see it, but he'd be able to clearly point it at Chill. Rachel walked up behind him…