Post by chipmunkchips on Jan 5, 2009 16:27:48 GMT -6
ooc: So I need some help with this fanfic. It's a dark night fic about a women who dates bruce wayne and her experaince with becoming his girlfriend to being targeted by the Joker. I need a name for both the Story and the girl so if there are any suggestions that would be appreciated. Yes the beginning is short but it's only the prolouge. Tell me what you think.
NAME HERE
Chapter 1
A/N- This is my first fan-fic for Dark Night, please don’t flame constructive criticism would be nice. Italics- Memory
(NAME) P.O.V
It had been a year since I had first met Bruce Wayne. In the beginning I thought he was just a rich playboy who hadn’t a care in the world. Stuck up, ignorant, an asshole. Just a few words to describe the way I felt. I had been invited to one of his party’s in his penthouse. What was the party for exactly? Who knew? And frankly I really didn’t care. It was just another party that the ultra rich playboy held. The first time I saw Bruce I was slightly shocked, sure I had seen some pictures of him in a magazine but I hadn’t paid that much attention to him. He was handsome alright. And I can remember our first conversation.
I was wearing an elaborate blue dress with a slight v-neck and a dipped back. The dress seemed to fit just perfect on my slim body and perfect curves. I’m not gloating or anything but being a dance teacher really kept my form nice. My dazzling green eyes were highlighted with the mascara and eyeliner I wore. My black hair fell in a wavy fashion to my shoulders. As I stepped out of the elevator in my black high-heels my eyes seemed to sparkle. Bruce Wayne’s pent house was something very different than I was used too. Before to long a soft cough was heard behind me and my attention was diverted from the astonishing sight to an even more astonishing sight, Bruce Wayne in the flesh. He gave me a smile and held out his hand. “I’m Bruce Wayne, and you?” It took me a second to reply to his question. “Uhh…umm... Oh my names (NAME)” I placed my small dainty hand in his and he shook it. “It’s a pleaser Miss (NAME)” I gave him a weak smile. “Like wise” After the introduction we talked about the party and then the conversation traveled to what I did and what he did. He was in the middle of telling me of his business when his eyes caught sight of something. Turning my head I saw a young woman walk out of the elevator with Harvey Dent, the ‘White Knight of Gotham ’.
Bruce excused himself from our conversation and made his way to the couple. I could tell that he had feelings for the women, RachelDawes. She didn’t seem too thrilled when he approached her and Harvey.
It seemed so long ago that the party was held. It didn’t take long before Bruce and I became good friends. As the year progressed we became more, and while I comforted Bruce through the death of Rachel I realized that he had it wrong. Rachel wasn’t truly the one for him. If she were she would be where I was instead of me. And I think he realized that a few months later because we finally became more than friends. By the end of this year I was dating Bruce Wayne, rich playboy who owned the richest company in Gotham .
NAME HERE
Chapter 1
A/N- This is my first fan-fic for Dark Night, please don’t flame constructive criticism would be nice. Italics- Memory
(NAME) P.O.V
It had been a year since I had first met Bruce Wayne. In the beginning I thought he was just a rich playboy who hadn’t a care in the world. Stuck up, ignorant, an asshole. Just a few words to describe the way I felt. I had been invited to one of his party’s in his penthouse. What was the party for exactly? Who knew? And frankly I really didn’t care. It was just another party that the ultra rich playboy held. The first time I saw Bruce I was slightly shocked, sure I had seen some pictures of him in a magazine but I hadn’t paid that much attention to him. He was handsome alright. And I can remember our first conversation.
I was wearing an elaborate blue dress with a slight v-neck and a dipped back. The dress seemed to fit just perfect on my slim body and perfect curves. I’m not gloating or anything but being a dance teacher really kept my form nice. My dazzling green eyes were highlighted with the mascara and eyeliner I wore. My black hair fell in a wavy fashion to my shoulders. As I stepped out of the elevator in my black high-heels my eyes seemed to sparkle. Bruce Wayne’s pent house was something very different than I was used too. Before to long a soft cough was heard behind me and my attention was diverted from the astonishing sight to an even more astonishing sight, Bruce Wayne in the flesh. He gave me a smile and held out his hand. “I’m Bruce Wayne, and you?” It took me a second to reply to his question. “Uhh…umm... Oh my names (NAME)” I placed my small dainty hand in his and he shook it. “It’s a pleaser Miss (NAME)” I gave him a weak smile. “Like wise” After the introduction we talked about the party and then the conversation traveled to what I did and what he did. He was in the middle of telling me of his business when his eyes caught sight of something. Turning my head I saw a young woman walk out of the elevator with Harvey Dent, the ‘White Knight of Gotham ’.
Bruce excused himself from our conversation and made his way to the couple. I could tell that he had feelings for the women, RachelDawes. She didn’t seem too thrilled when he approached her and Harvey.
It seemed so long ago that the party was held. It didn’t take long before Bruce and I became good friends. As the year progressed we became more, and while I comforted Bruce through the death of Rachel I realized that he had it wrong. Rachel wasn’t truly the one for him. If she were she would be where I was instead of me. And I think he realized that a few months later because we finally became more than friends. By the end of this year I was dating Bruce Wayne, rich playboy who owned the richest company in Gotham .