Anything to Say You're Mine

                                    

                                          
The chef interrupts, "We are beginning to serve dinner." Bruce stands quickly, helping you up as well as he leads you to the dining room. Bruce sits at the head of the table, seeing all the doors and windows as Harvey sits across him. You feel like a spectator at a tennis match between the two. Elvira simply sits. She's so pretty, you think as you try to sit straighter to emulate the 'perfect wife' that she is trying to be. You looked her up earlier, too, finding that she was a lawyer too, but doesn't practice anymore since marrying Harvey. You couldn't find a reason, but you believe it's her choice. Harvey looks at her with too much love and support to tell her to stop working.
The decadent spread sits in between the table family-style for you to all share. There's baked brie in a puff pastry with a side of compote, mussels steamed in a broth of wine, mustard, and cream, and scallops in a white wine and cheese sauce. "I just love oysters," Harvey says as he grabs one. Bruce smirks, quickly looking at Elvira, who holds one as well. You want to tell him to stop, but keep it to yourself as you get a little bit of the brie. "There's been some misconceptions on the poison. I heard a waiter slighted you at the Gala, and some people thought it was with the food." Harvey says before eating his mussel. 
You don't like the way it sounds going down and grab a scallop. "Turns out, it was poison poison, but Batman got it before they released it. But the media already had the story and ran with it. Fear gas." Fear gas. You never heard of it, but it sounds menacing as much as it sounds made up. "I've heard of it but thought the gas was gone," Bruce says before taking a bite.
"Yeah, same here, but someone is using it. Someone is out here producing it and almost had us under." Harvey grimaces. "Batman says that there are only like three people who could have that access. One, this ex-professor named Jonathan Crane, but he's locked up at Arkham Asylum. Two, a scientist by the name of Pamela Isley. She's been on my radar, but the most I've seen is she's a tree hugger. Always protesting." Harvey rolls his eyes as he continues.
"Last but not least, Mr. Oz himself, The Penguin. I think they may be all connected, but I don't know exactly how yet. Batman has a plan, though." You frown, feeling overwhelmed, and you're only on the hors d'oeuvres. Bruce, however, takes it all in, his brow low as he listens. "He may be on to something."
Elvira shoots Harvey a look, and his demeanor changes. "Fine, fine. Not all business tonight, then. I'll let you chew on that, and then we'll get into the real meat and potatoes after. I'll need all the help I can get Wayne." Bruce doesn't respond, processing still. 
They clear the table and bring out the main dinner: a pan-seared salmon with a creamy gooseberry sauce, orange confit topped with spicy arugula and served with fried potatoes, braised cut shank of veal, topped with buffalo mozzarella and prosciutto, on a bed of creamy risotto with a Marsala and sage au jus, and chicken breasts stuffed with sun-dried tomatoes, goat cheese, and spinach, wrapped in bacon, pan-seared, finished in the oven, sauced with dark chicken stock, goat cheese, and crème fraîche, and served with mashed potatoes and sautéed vegetables. It all smells amazing, and you all thank the chef, who beams proudly before saying, "Master Wayne, please bring more guests around. I love cooking for more than just two." Bruce's eyes widen slightly. He's embarrassed, but he hides it with a smile. "I'll keep that in mind." You grab a bit of everything, not knowing what half of it is. With now full plates, Harvey points his fork at you and Bruce.
"How'd you get promoted from employee to live-in girlfriend?" Bruce scowls, and Harvey chuckles, "Well, let me rephrase it. How did you meet? Or did you meet at your job?" He's tiptoeing, but since he's giving so much information to Bruce willingly, you don't see a reason to doubt him. "We met at my job. Bruce isn't my boss, though. Not even my boss' boss." "Oh?" Harvey says, his eyebrow raising. Bruce taps your foot lightly, and you shoot him a glare. He doesn't want to give any information. "Well, I see. Are you from Gotham?" You nod, ignoring Bruce as he starts to cut into his veal. "Yes. My parents were born and raised here. They're upstate now due to the flood."