I don't own Cordelia Chase, Bruce Wayne, Wolfram and Hart, or the Joker. They belong to the people who own Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Batman.
The woman had been waiting for two hours to see him, yelled at him for his ‘lack of manners’ and typical ‘east-coast behavior’, along with a few threats about her heels thrown in, before proceeding to politely inform him what exactly her organization was about.
If anyone had told Bruce Wayne that he would end up dating the representative of Wolfram and Hart, he’d most likely have had them put in an asylum.
Yet, here he was, on a date with Ms. Cordelia Chase. After their first meeting, they had run into each other several times, at restaurants, the theater, etc. Then she asked him out in one of the strangest ways he had ever heard.
“You know, if we’re going to keep meeting like this on accident, we might as well go on an actual date.”
And so, here they were, in one of the more romantic restaurants in Gotham. Naturally, something went wrong. It was nothing either of them did, of course. No, it was the Joker, who just decided to stroll right on into the restaurant. Before Bruce could stop her, Cordelia was up and walking quietly towards the Joker while his back was turned to them.
Most of the people in the restaurant winced as Cordelia smacked the Joker on the back of the head with her heels. The Joker swayed back and forth for a few seconds before landing face first on the ground with a ‘thump’. Cordelia put her high-heel back on, straightened out her dress, and sat back down across from Bruce.
“I told you these heels were dangerous,” she said, with a smirk.