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Emma had looked forward to tonight, it seemed like time with Bruce seemed to be scarce. While between the times of 9-5, it made sense, it was the absences during the evening that did not add up. She's barely had any sort of meals with him, and while not a lot of other families have in the past, she thought this was different. He wanted her, didn't he? Tonight meant a lot to her because it was not going to be like those other nights. They were actually going to be able to sit down and talk--and eat! Like any family should, right? For a moment it was amazing. She felt like she was in a family, and then within the blink of an eye, the moment ended. Bruce suddenly excused himself before the waiter had even returned with their drinks. No explanation, just that something 'urgent' had come up. Was it as urgent as the other urgent things that happened just about every night? Now here was Emma, alone. Sitting at a table in a restaurant where half the things on the menu seemed to be in an entirely different language. Was she supposed to leave? She knew when arriving here with Alfred that the entrance and exit of the restaurant had all sorts of reporters and paparazzi. What was Bruce going to tell them? That he leaves his daughter to eat alone on the daily? Maybe if she said that to a reporter and it made headlines, he would refrain from doing it so much. The teen stayed put, trying to mentally prepare herself to leave the place and be confronted by a dozen nosey people who pretended to care about her personal life. Her eyes stayed focused on the menu before her, trying to read all the words and not think about how much Bruce probably hated her.