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Summary: Elena Winchester was sent to another dimension during a hunt.(takes place after season 5 of supernatural). She finds herself in Gotham City and realizes that monsters can be found different forms. Brucexoc

Elena Winchester portrayed by Lena Headey

Chapter 8

I had gotten comfortable in my seat with Alfred and surprisingly Bruce- born with a silver spoon in his mouth Wayne.

We were sitting in the garden for a while. I was directing most of attention to Alfred with Bruce making a few comments. I was doing most of the talking but I needed the distraction from my cases.

It was getting late and Alfred insisted I stay for supper. "Well-I will have to leave straight after." I relented after he bribed me with the left over scones.

He made a hasty getaway out to prepare the meal that he insisted was a secret recipe thus my offered help was not required. I wondered if I just signed over legal rights to my metaphorical love life to him. Alfred probably was some international spy with how manipulative he was. His intentions was obvious to get me and his employee alone.

Dim garden lights were put on as well as the sound of the fountain being put on. From the expression on Bruce's face- I could tell he had the same thoughts as me

"So, Bruce- I feel like I talked a lot about myself and work. What's it like in a day and life of Bruce Wayne?" I ask trying be cordial.

"Not as exciting as the day and life of Elena Winchester- it seems. It's mostly boring CEO meetings, lawsuits and in-fighting between board members," states Bruce taking a casual sip of wine.

"Seems like a complicated life. Where I work- the pay just gets me by but it's simple. Good guys stop the bad guys," I commented. I pause to study him as his focus is on me. Why was his eyes so piercing?

"Have you ever been to Mama's Pizza? I think it's walking distance from Wayne Towers. It's the greatest Pizza I ever tasted. I mean if you not busy trying to play referee with the board members- you should really try it out," I say.

"Are you asking me out on a date?" he playfully smiled.

"No," I began rolling my eyes good naturedly. "I have a day job and a boss to answer to- I can't be going out in odd times of the day on a pizza date."

"How about at night, you'd be free and I'd be taking a break with my arbitrator job," he states. I didn't know if he was teasing me or was he serious about the date but I decided not to take a playboy 's words to heart.

"Even if I don't have night shifts- I wouldn't go on a date with you out of principle. I like Alfred too much to lose him over a break up with you- especially someone so scandalously known to have different girls on his arms on a weekly basis," I shot back in a playful tone but my mind was resolute. I was not going to be someone's one night stand. I'm getting my life together so no more sleeping around.

I met the eyes of calculating blue eyes that sent shiver up my spine.

What? It's not like I said anything that people didn't know. Did I insult him?

"I never took you as one to believe gossip," he hummed and I wondered if I hurt his feelings.

No it wasn't that... I had seen Dean flirt with girls. I had seen smart college girls shoot my brother down seeing him as some country guy with no future ahead of himself but little did they know Dean wasn't his appearance.

I had seen that look before.

A look of almost quiet amusement and acceptance that it's what he is going to amount too. Just some dropout unreliable hick just there for a good time.

I hated that because my brother was so much more than college degrees.

Thinking back- I thought about what I know about Bruce Wayne from what I have seen and from what it seems his only family, Alfred.

He lived in this big mansion all alone- it was probably lonely.

He lost them at a young age and they were taken from him in front of him- he was damaged.

Alfred had mentioned that we were alike in some ways. Even if he was a rich boy, he probably didn't fit in well with other people with something so sad happening at a young age in front of you and I could relate with him in some level with that. Feeling like an outcast. Feeling like you don't belong. I push myself to be liked by others so I don't feel lonely- I wonder if he pushes as well with those woman.

"No, that was unfair of me to say," I began I didn't know he was just playing with me or not but he was an important person to Alfred and he deserved a better rejection.

"I've been in a relationship where the guy I loved lied to me and he hurt my family. I ended things with him and ignored him. Despite that he still helped me when I really needed it most. He died and I never really had a chance to come to terms with those feelings. If I forgave him or still held that grudge? I'm sure you have your reasons too- why you have so many woman in your life- maybe you're trying to forget someone or maybe you lost someone or maybe I'm looking too deeply into it. I don't want to be the girl who hurts others because of stereotypes or gossip I hear from strangers," I say.

I didn't meet his gaze as I focused on the spoon at my plate and I wondered if I over stepped. My mind briefly turned to Gabriel and the last look he gave me before he ran off to face Lucifer.

Bruce POV

Bruce was relieved that Elena had her mind occupied elsewhere with her gaze focused at the table that she missed the slip of his mask as he looked at her in surprise.

It was a given that she knew very little of him. The basics about him and the tragedy of the Wayne family was public knowledge. You just needed to live in Gotham for a year to hear his story. Every year on their anniversary of their death- Gotham would remind him about it. Television and newspapers often did a small memorials for the loved couple in Gotham.

He felt slightly guilty, he had seen her as just another girl albeit a little more interesting than most. He could understand why Gordan saw her in high regard. She had good insight in people as if she some psychology student. Concerning her company, he knew the detective was friendly with gangs such as the Howling Wolves of the Narrows.

Initially he saw it as naivety but maybe Roman Giordano was more than his motorbikes and criminal file.

Looking at her, he could tell she was a woman plagued by her past like him. Lost loved ones and regret overwhelmed his own mind.

What happened to Elena before she got to Gotham? Her family? The deceased lover?

It's been a long time since Bruce found himself intrigued by another person... Wanting to know about said person. He didn't know if it was the curiosity about her origins and her story or maybe it was a passing fancy. What he did know was that his day was infinitely more lighter than it's been in years.

Talking about the mundane, flirting with a woman with no ulterior motives and having a meal with Alfred.

He hadn't sat down and ate with Alfred in years and man was to formal to request it. It's been years since his conversation with Alfred wasn't about Batman, injuries or criminal cases. Bruce knew that he neglected his personal life in favor of being Batman.

He noticed Alfred's appearance before her and was amused as she jumped in surprise by his sudden appearance.

He was reminded of the nights he would appear on the roof while they exchanged information on a case and she would reach for gun.

Paranoia- now that he thinks about it.

"I hope you don't have a seafood allergy," states Alfred breaking the silence while probably knowing the answer to the question.

"This looks amazing Alfred," she smiled brown eyes softly looking at Alfred as he started to set the table.

His friend gave him a sly smile. He didn't know how to feel about his Butler setting him up.

"Thanks Alfred," Bruce says his eyes never leaving the brunette in front of him as Alfred started to entertain her with a discussion about new recipes.

He was taken aback to discover that Alfred had food blog.

Flashback

She sighed walking into the bar reminding herself to keep away from the alcohol.

A man with a brown dirty trench coat caught her eye. She thought of Cas and wondered if he was alright or if he was looking for her. She made her way to the man hand gripped in her hand while she dodged some drunk teenagers.

"John Constantine?" she question taking note of his rugged friend next to him who stiffened. John's stance was relaxed Messy dirty blond hair over tanned skin from being in the sun.

"Who's asking?" was his dismissive reply as he turned to her. He looked her up and down and she could see a lewd smile on his face. She didn't think much of it. This was business and after weeks of tackling her problems on her own she found someone who can her the answers.

She placed his card down on the table. Keeping her gaze fixed on him.

"I need your help."

End of Flashback.

Hi readers. Sorry for this short chapter but I wanted to end her day at Wayne mansion here and focus on the next setting in the next chapter

I hope you loved the Bruce and Elena scenes.

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Guest- I hope you liked this chapter. It's short but I will try to make up for it in the next chapter.