A/n: Okay I know what am I thinking? But this came to me of course out of nowhere and well, here it is. I hope you enjoy!

Summary: Tessa Adams is just the waitress who winds up working at a party held at Wayne Manor. When she meets billionaire Bruce Wayne/Batman, her world would not also be turned upside down but in danger as well with the Scarecrow not far behind. Doesn't take place in any particular time but it's between Batman Begins and the Dark Knight.

Pairing: Bruce/OC

Disclaimer: I don't own Batman. I only own Tessa and her family/friends.

Chapter 1


Running late to work is never a good thing. Unless you have a legitimate excuse, then it's not a big deal. Especially if you're working at the mansion that is owned by the most eligible bachelor in Gotham City.

With me however, I don't get it. What would a playboy guy like him throw a party for and since when was I requested to work for the party? I've never even seen the guy before.

Don't get me wrong. I'm only twenty five, light brown hair and green eyes and I should've done something more with my life but I guess it wasn't in the cards. As long as I have a roof over my head, money to pay the bills and I'm breathing every day I got nothing to complain really. Except for my past that is.

I got out of the car that I parked along with a few others and locked it before I headed inside. I swept past the other workers before I met up with George and Clea, my co workers who turned out to be my two best friends since I've lived in Gotham for a couple years.

"Finally you show up," she said.

"Well sorry how the hell was I supposed to find this place?" I asked.

"I found it easy," George said.

"Only because you used a stupid GPS," Clea mumbled.

"Hey it works well," he protested.

"Yeah he's right, until they get you lost on the way home from Syracuse," I retorted playfully, remembering our last road trip a few months back.

"HA!" Clea said almost loudly.

I shook my head as I tied my apron around my waist. I buttoned up my black vest that was over my white shirt. I fixed my tie the best that I could but I left it a little loose. I tossed my hair up in a bun as I helped set everything up.

"Do you think we're going to see Mr. Wayne himself?" George asked.

"Hardly doubtful. He's going to be busy with his rich friends and those supermodels he's always with," I replied.

Don't get me wrong, I mean Bruce Wayne may seem the nice guy. But with the relationships plastered in the papers, it will deem you to have a reputation of a playboy.

"Come on Tess, why do you have to be so negative about him?" Clea asked.

"I don't see what the big deal is. He's just some playboy as far as I know," I replied.

"I'll admit he is good looking though," she said.

I rolled my eyes.

This was going to be a long night.

The party was in full swing a couple of hours later. Guests were dressed in their finest and of course the notorious Bruce Wayne was there. I couldn't help but give a little scowl. I still don't get why I'm here but its part of the job.

I was filling up more champagne flukes when I felt someone looking at me. I looked around but everyone was minding their own business. I shook it off as I finished up the flukes. I put about eight flukes on to the tray and slowly carried them out on to the floor. I had about four people take the champagne before I headed off towards another group of people and then my tray was empty.

I brought it back and I was just about to put more stuff on it when Clea tugged me on the arm.

"Come outside for a break," she said.

"For what? Did we even get a break?" I asked, skeptically.

"We did but with everything going on it didn't happen," she said, dragging me out on the balcony.

"Whoa," I breathed out.

"Yeah can you believe that all of this land is on his property?" she asked as she lit up a cigarette.

"You know those things are bad," I said.

"Yeah, yeah but you know I smoke one a day," she said.

I shook my head as I pulled my jacket closer. I don't mind the cold weather. But if it's at night and considering that we have to drive back to Gotham at night when this thing is over, I just hope black ice isn't around.

I looked around and I don't know why I feel like I'm being watched. It's starting to creep me out.

"What's up your sleeve?" Clea asked.

"I don't know. I feel like I'm being watched," I replied.

"By who, Batman?"

"Psh, Batman? In your dreams," I mumbled.

"Oh come on, you've never seen Batman in your life?"

"Only in the news. Honestly how someone like him can can go around defeating the bad guys and yet no one knows where he came from," I said.

Clea just shrugged as she smoked her cigarette. "Look all I know is it's about damn time someone does something to get rid of the bad guys. The cops don't do shit half the time if I remember correctly," she said.

"Who can you trust anymore?" I asked.

"My feelings exactly," she said. "I got an idea, how about you, me and George go out tomorrow to a bar or something? We haven't done something like that in awhile."

"Sure, what the hell?" I replied.

"Great, I can't wait to tell him," she said.

I laughed a little as she put out her cigarette and we headed back inside.

Some people were there and still no Bruce Wayne himself in sight. Knowing him, he was probably making out with a model or something who knows.

I was at the bar cutting up some lemons and putting them in a small tub when I was on my last lemon, I heard something fall which made me jump and unfortunely, I cut my finger.

"Ah, shit," I said, putting my thumb in my mouth.

"You okay Tess?" George asked.

"I don't know do you know where the kitchen is?" I asked.

"I think it's down the hall towards the left if I remember," he replied.

I thanked him before I ran down towards the kitchen. I turned on the light and rushed over towards the sink. I let the water run for a minute before I grabbed some soap nearby and cleaned the cut. I hope I didn't need to get stitches. I pulled my thumb out of the water and saw that it was bleeding but not as bad as it was.

Note to self: Go to the clinic to get it checked.

I found some paper towels nearby and made myself a makeshift band aid. I just finished taping it up when I felt a chill going through my body. The windows weren't open which was strange and I stood frozen in my spot.

What the hell?

"Is there a problem?" a voice asked.

I turned around and saw an old man in a suit staring at me. I know this house is huge but I didn't think anyone else would be living here also.

"Um, no I was just cleaning myself up. I cut my thumb on accident," I replied.

"I see," he said. "If you want, I can have Master Wayne look at it."

"Oh it's not necessary. I'm sure he's too busy with his guests to even notice no offense," I said.

"None whatsoever but it seemed that Master Wayne had to leave on a personal emergency," he said.

"Personal emergency?" I asked skeptically. "What was so important that he had to leave his own party? And even if it was personal, don't you think that it would've been taken care of beforehand."

The man chuckled lightly. "That my dear is a rather long story," he replied.

Well, that seemed a little suspicious to me. I would probably understand if he couldn't stand for his guests but leaving his own party for something important? Something didn't add up.

"Well, I don't mean to be rude but I need to get back to work," I said.

"Not a problem dear," he said.

"Just don't mention this to Mr. Wayne," I said. "I don't think he would've been happy if I got blood over his counter."

"I'll try to keep that in mind," he said.

I nodded as I walked out of the kitchen. I headed back behind the bar and tossed the knife in the bin full of dirty glasses.

Something was telling me that this wouldn't be the last time I would enter his house.

A/n: Okay I know not much happened but it will. I just got to let it play out for a bit.

Bruce and Tessa will meet in a few chapters but she will have her first encounter with Batman. How do you think it'll play out? Just watch what happens or read what happens. You know what I mean.

Leave a review to see if this is worth continuing! I hope you guys will continue with me on this journey. If I mess anything up, just let me know and I'll try my best to fix it.

Until next time,