A/N: This is my first Dark Knight fic, so I hope you like. Review your thoughts! If you guys enjoy it, I will write and update more upcoming chapters.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything in the Dark Knight universe. I do however own my OC.

Chapter 1-

I could feel the soreness of my hands as they gripped the armrest of the seat so tightly that the white of my knuckles showed. Leaning forward, despite the restricted fear in my bosom, I peered out of the small plane window. Flinching at the sight of Gotham so far below, I slumped back against my seat as the aircraft made its descent. Closing my eyes, I focused on breathing.

You're doing this for Harvey, my mind chanted repeatedly like a cassette tape.

If there was one thing I hated the most, it was flying. I'm absolutely terrified of heights. Ironic since my career as a party planner requires excessive travel. But for the most part, I tried to avoid flying. The only reason why I grew the balls to even get on this plane was because of my older brother, Harvey Dent. The infamous Bruce Wayne himself had contacted my agency and requested me personally, probably as a favor to the idiot.

Blowing a wavy brunette strand out of my eyes, I pondered about meeting the playboy billionaire. Because of my line of work, meeting important people wasn't an issue for me. But, Bruce Wayne was definitely someone to speculate about. The magazines and tabloids probably exaggerate on his 'wild evenings' or his well-known way of breaking woman's hearts left and right. I wanted to see for myself what kind of character this playboy was.

Then there was the Batman.

I heard rumors. That this infamous vigilante was a caped crusader at night, clearing out the Narrows in Gotham city. Who was he? Curiosity burned in my veins. What kind of past did this man have to masquerade around the city as an overgrown bat? The fact that he had chosen bats as his façade was intriguing. Shaking my head, I put the thoughts of Gotham's dark knight in the back of my mind.

Trying to distract myself from the knotting twist in my abdomen as the aircraft shook from the dropping pressure, I ran over themes and decoration assets through my mind. I had plenty of ideas for the billionaire to look over. I just needed the location to make my plans more thorough. Party planning took excellent observation skills and an open mind to give clients the full experience.

As the plane landed, I tenderly let go of the arm rest and tried to rub the pain out of my hands. Grabbing my computer bag, I eased my way out of the plane and into the crowded airport. Welcome home, I thought sarcastically. Pushing through the mass, I managed to find my way to the baggage claim area. Checking the time on my watch, I surmised that I would need to book a place to stay the night before meeting up with Wayne at his enterprises.

Plucking my black suitcase off the conveyor belt, I hefted my bag up my shoulder as I slowly walked towards the exit. Before I could clumsily fish around in my pockets for cash to pay for a taxi, an elderly gentleman stepped in my line of vision.

"Excuse me Miss," he addressed me in what resembled a cockney accent. "Do you happen to be a Ms. Nikki Dent?"

Glancing up, my hazel eyes assessed the man before me. He seemed to be in his mid-sixties. White hair sported his head and he wore a business suit. With a friendly face, he reminded me of a caring grandfather. I was shocked at the politeness in his tone; it was rare to find someone of that nature. Smiling, I clumsily held out a hand after fighting a juggling war with my bags.

"That would be me."

Copying the expression dancing across my features, the elderly man grasped my hand lightly. "I'm Alfred. Master Wayne has requested me to drive you to your designated location at Gotham's finest, the Malbury Inn." My mouth quirked up as his chest puffed up in pride. Chuckling in disbelief, I shook my head. Bruce Wayne-The Bruce Wayne- has sent a car for me at the most expensive hotel in Gotham. Have I died and gone to heaven or am I delusional?

"I'm guessing this is really happening? I'm not imagining this, right?"

Alfred laughed easily. Winking at me, he grinned. "I assure you, Miss Dent that this is very real."

"Er…Alfred, thank you for the offer, but I can't afford to stay there." I mumble uselessly. But the old man, bless his soul, waved a hand dismissively.

"Master Wayne offered to provide the payment necessary for your stay."

My jaw threatened to slacken from my shock. I should be used to this from my previous dealings and encounters with celebrities to business men, but Bruce Wayne's reputation was contradicting his actions toward me. If he was such a cold hearted playboy, who held no compassion or interest in others than himself…, why would he go to these measures?

With my thoughts swirling around like a whirlwind, I hide my surprise. Letting the butler wrestle my bags away, I followed him numbly.

A long black limousine was parked right outside the exit. Alfred set my bags down next to the vehicle before producing keys from his trouser pockets and unlocked the door. My lips naturally quirked into a grin as the old man opened the door for me. So chivalry isn't dead, that's nice.

"Thank you, Al," my hazel eyes twinkled. He merely chuckled at the new nickname.

"With pleasure, Miss Dent," Alfred gently closed the door and headed towards the trunk to place my bags securely in. Sighing, I let my head drop backwards onto the head rest. Pulling my phone out of my jeans, my thumbs hovered over the screen as I debated calling Harvey. I haven't spoken to him in months so a small part of me wanted to surprise him. Oh, screw it. Biting my lip, I unlocked the screen and pulled up his contact. Closing my eyes, I clicked the call button and brought the phone to my ear.

With a lurch, I felt the limo pull out from the curb.

"Hello?"

My heart pounded in excitement at my brother's voice. "Hey big bro, I have news."

I heard shuffling on the other end and mumbled voices before Harvey spoke again. "Nikki? It's been a while, kiddo." His tone held amusement and surprise. I could detect the stress that he tried to hide.

Looking out the window, I played with the hem of my shirt. "Bad day at the office?"

"Is it that obvious?" He laughed. "You know me too well, Nik. Just had a meeting with Gordon."

"Oh, I remember him!"

Gordon was one of the few good cops that Gotham's city police department has. He had pulled me out of the way as a car had come barreling towards me when I was seven. Ever since then, I used to visit him at the station after school until I left Gotham. And for some reason he had let me, even though I was some random kid he had saved off the street. He had become a father figure I never had. My favorite thing about him as a kid was his mustache. I haven't seen the man in less than a decade.

Harvey's voice broke me out of my thoughts. "Yeah, well enough about me. So long time no talk. What's up with you?"

I smirked. "I may or may not be in Gotham."

Now I had his full attention.

"What? How? I thought and I quote, you hated Gotham."

"Well…" I drawled, drawing imaginary circles with the tip of my pointer finger onto the leather seat. "Bruce Wayne hired me to plan your party as a favor to you. I didn't know you two were close."

He coughed. "No, no we aren't. I guess the bastard isn't as bad as I thought."

Bastard? Oh that's right, Harvey told me that Wayne had a thing for Rachel Dawes, who was currently my older brother's longtime girlfriend. I haven't met her yet, so Harvey is not allowed to propose until I approve.

Glancing down at my phone, I groaned as I noticed the battery percentage. Holding the phone back to my ear, I sighed.

"My phone's almost dead, Harvey. I will text you when I reach the Malbury Inn. We can meet up later when you're done at work."

"The Malbury Inn? Phew, well alright Nikki. I'll pick you up around 7." Harvey breathed out. "Just text me when you get there."

Nodding, knowing he couldn't see the gesture but doing it anyways, I ended the call. "Gotcha, see you at seven." Shoving my phone back into my pocket, I smiled over at Alfred through the rearview mirror. "Thank you for the ride."

"Nonsense, Miss Dent." He chastised. "It was my pleasure. I will happy to do so in the nearby future." I laughed at that. Feeling the limousine pull to a stop, my eyes grew wide at the large beautiful hotel outside the tinted window. "Well here we are."

"Wow," I mouthed.

Bruce Wayne, you are as of now, good in my books.