Betty and the Bat, by wrigleyfield (pg)

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Fandom Category: Batman/Ugly Betty
Pairing: Bruce Wayne/Selina Kyle, and a touch of Betty/Daniel, if you're so inclined.
Fic Title: Betty and the Bat
Author: wrigleyfield
Link: http://wrigleyfield.livejournal.com/tag/series:%20betty%20and%20the%20bat
Rating/Warning(s): PG, none
Genre: crossover, friendship
WIP?: no

Why This Must Be Read: Um, I'm cheating here slightly. While this fic does have two ships, they're actually secondary to the story. Selena/Bruce is there, definitely, but Betty/Daniel is really only hinted at in one particular chapter. Still, I enjoyed this fic so much that I simply had to rec it. Note, this is not a Betty/Bruce Wayne fic. Their relationship, though central to this fic, remains platonic and friendly. I just loved this crossover to death, because it's so in character and heartwarming, and really, you kinda do wish that Bruce Wayne/Batman had someone like Betty looking out for him. He needs it.

Wonderful, amusing story with great character moments and interactions by all. ;)

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Betty shook her head. "Nope. New Rule," she said, meeting his eyes with her own. "I take care of things like this. You go to the board meetings and sign the papers and everything, but I take care of the little things. I know that was already my job, but, well… we're going to try enforcing it now."

She had officially joined the ranks of people who could catch him off guard. Formerly, the list had consisted of Alfred.

Doing his best not to look overly amused, surprised, or taken aback by Betty's slightly aggressive attitude, Bruce simply nodded. "Alright," he said slowly, suppressing a small quirk of his lips as he glanced down at his watch. "I have a breakfast with Derek Powers at nine fifteen, so –"

"No."

"No?"

"No." Betty shook her head firmly. "New Rule. Nothing before at least eleven in the morning. You're too tired and there's no reason for you to come in before then."

Bruce found that his mouth moved before he had actually formulated a response. He blinked as he looked down at her, Betty sitting in her chair and looking rather regal and sure of herself, more than he'd ever seen her before. "No reason for me to come in before eleven o'clock, Betty? That's practically noon."

"That's the point," she said. Did he detect a tiny bit of sarcasm in her voice? He might have, but he wasn't quite sure. "New Rule. You're going to get at least five hours of sleep every night."

"Betty –"

"New Rule," she interrupted him again, holding up her hand for a pause. "If you do insist on coming in earlier, you're going to eat a full breakfast when you get here, because Alfred's going to call ahead and tell me whether or not you did back at the manor."

Bruce opened his mouth once more, but Betty shook her head quickly. "Wait," she said quickly, popping him quickly from behind her desk. "There's another rule. Bruce Time."

"Bruce Time?" This time he couldn't help but look skeptical and completely confused.