Disclaimer: I own nothing, but the OC's. I got my idea for my story from one of my favorite soap operas "Mi Gorda Bella". Please don't flame, I know that Bruce Wayne isn't himself in my story and it's sort of an AU. About Lily she's chubby and plump, but she's not obese either and since she's like that she never had a proper boyfriend; Bruce sees the beauty in her in and out the minute he sees her (I know it sounds corny but that's my story LOL). Hope you like it and enjoy.

Lily knelt before her mother's tombstone, feeling the rain drops on her face, washing away her silent tears. She had idolized her mother for who she was and what she had accomplished in her life. Karen Adams was a mystery fiction writer and number one best seller in the New York Times. Other than a famous author, Karen was the world's number one mom… well, in Lily's opinion. Even with her busy schedule, she always had time for Lily. It must have been difficult on her part since Lily's father died when she was only a small child.

Lily had always inspired to be like her mother, but she felt that she was no where near her level, owing just a small bookstore downtown. Her mother had also been a beautiful goddess in her eyes and probably for the rest of the world. She had big blue eyes with silky, long blond hair and a body of a model. Lily on the other hand was a complete opposite of her; she had chocolate brown eyes with curly brown hair. Even though she was pretty, her weight never attracted others. She never made many friends, but there was someone who is like a sister to her and has been by the side through thick and thin.

Lily jumped when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked up to find Cynthia smiling sympathetically at her, umbrella in hand.

"Come on, Lils," she said stroking her head. "Let's get you out the rain before you catch a cold."

Lily gave her small smile and got up from the tomb and kissed her fingertips placing it on the tomb.

"I'm sorry, Lils," Cynthia whispered on the ride back to their apartment.

"For what?" asked Lily, staring out the window.

"For mom." Cynthia had become attached to Karen and loved her like if it were her own mother; her mother became an alcoholic after her husband left her and Cynthia.

"It wasn't your fault or anyone's fault. Stuff like that just happen," she monotonically.

Cynthia sighed. She knew that Lily was just trying to act strong and not show her true emotions. Cynthia's eyes widen and screamed out.

Lily jumped up from her seat and grabbed her chest looking at Cynthia. "What?! What's wrong?!"

"Nothing, I just got a superb idea," she said grinning from ear to ear.

Lily groaned. "I thought something bad happened to you."

"Aw, come one, Lils. I want to do something that'll cheer you up."

Great! Not another one of Cynthia's idea, she thought. "I don't want to be cheered up," she grumbled.

"Please, Lils," whined Cynthia. "For me," she said turning her head when the light was red, giving her a puppy dog look. She knew that Lily would give in to her.

"Fine, fine. What are we going to do?"

Cynthia smirked with an all knowing look on her face. "You'll see."

"No, I'm not going if you're not going to tell me where we're going."

"Too bad. You already agreed to it," she sang.

Lily slumped back on her seat and growled.

"Don't growl, Lils. It's disturbing. And show some backbone and take a challenge for once."

She brushed the wet hair off her eyes and glared at Cynthia, who looked back at her with her sparkling grin. Lily rolled her eyes and stared out the window again.

"I don't feel like going, Cynthia. My mother just died and I don't think I'm up to it," she huffed lying back on the bed. "Besides I got nothing to wear."

Cynthia glared at Lily. "Listen, Lils," she said pulling her up. "You will, and I repeat, you will go to that party and have fun. Do I make myself clear?" Lily looked at her shocked. She had never used that tone with her. "I know mom's death is painful but crying and mourning isn't going to bring her back," she said stroking her head. "Look," she said going to her closet. Lily gasped when she saw the dress Cynthia was holding.

"When did you get this," she asked running her hand through the dress. It was black with shiny beads on the side and an opening the other side.

"About a month ago, I think. I wanted to take you out sometime instead of sitting here all day doing nothing and eating bon-bons." Lily smacked her playfully on the arm.

"It's a beautiful dress," she said looking herself in the mirror with it. She frowned and looked at Cynthia through the mirror. "Do you think I'll look good in it?"

Cynthia giggled and placed her head on her shoulder. "I think you'll look fantastic in it and maybe we can get some sexy boy at the party," she said winking at her.

Lily smiled. "No I don't want a boy." Cynthia gave her a questioning look. Lily grinned. "I want a man."

"Cynthia, you didn't tell me it was going to a fancy party. I thought we were going out clubbing," Lily whispered in her ear. The place was beautiful with an organic look and a large pool in the middle of the room.

"Well, Dave gave me these two tickets to get in. Come on, it might not be so bad."

"Champagne?" asked one of the waiters.

"Ooh, yes," Cynthia said grabbing two glasses and handing one to Lily.

"Why didn't Dave come," asked Lily sitting down.

Cynthia shrugged. "He said that he had a huge test to study for tomorrow."

Lily glanced at the room and got nervous. "I don't know Cynthia. Maybe we should go. I'm starting to rethink this. These people are obviously good-looking and I'm… well, I'm just not."

Cynthia grabbed Lily's chin, forcing her to look at her. "Lilybell, you are very beautiful and you look stunning. Forget what everyone thinks about you. Just have fun. Besides it's not like you're obese just a little plump."

Lily rolled her eyes and started to look around. Her eyes stopped when she saw the most handsome man she had ever seen. He had brown hair and bright blue eyes, looking very handsome in the suit that he was wearing. Bruce Wayne, the billionaire playboy of Gotham city. She huffed when she saw the models around him. Typical guy, she thought.

When she saw him look her way, she immediately looked down trying to catch her breath.

"What's wrong, Lils?"

"N-Nothing," she stammered.

"Are you sure? You're turning red," she said grinning. "Did you see a cute guy?"

Before Lily could answer, a good-looking guy came and asked Cynthia to dance. Cynthia looked at Lily as if asking for her approval. Lily nodded, waving her hand.

Lily sat silently as she watched Cynthia danced. She peaked back to see if Bruce was still there, but he had disappeared. She shrugged and went to the bar. She asked for a glass of whiskey and rested her head on her hand.

Why would any guy want to dance with me? They all go after Cynthia. She's just like mom. Tall, beautiful, thin, she thought.

When the bartender placed the glass in front of her, she grabbed it and gulped it all down. "Another one, please," she said without getting affected by the alcohol.

"I would slow down a bit on the liquor if I were you. Wouldn't want getting you drunk now, would we?"

Lily scowled. "Why don't you tell that to somebody who c…"

Her voice got caught in her throat when she saw who it was. Bruce sat next to her smiling. He extended his hand out to her.

"I'm Bruce Wayne."

"I'm Lilybell Adams," she said taking his hand. His hand felt so right with hers, almost feeling small sparks.

She stared at him, not being able to look away from his eyes. She got back from reality when the bartender put another glass of whiskey. She hesitantly broke their physical contact and turned back to face the bar, trying not to look at him.

"Adams?" he asked after a moment of silence and another empty glass of whiskey later. "Aren't you Karen Adams' daughter, the famous author?"

"Uh, yeah, that's me."

"Another glass for the beautiful lady, please," he said calling the bartender and handing him a fifty dollar bill.

"Thanks, but I thought you said I shouldn't get drunk?"

"Well, one more drink couldn't hurt."

She smiled, not believing she was talking to Bruce Wayne. She was about to say something to start a conversation, but a blonde lady intervened, standing between the two of them, practically shoving her chest to Bruce's face.

"Bruce, you said you were going to ask me to dance," she whined.

Lily rolled her eyes, turning back to her glass of whiskey.

"Uh, actually, I was about to ask Lilybell here to dance." Both Lily's and the blonde's eyes widen in surprise. "Well do you, Beautiful?" he asked pushing the model to the side and extending his hand.

As in a trance, Lily accepted, ignoring the glares from the blonde and probably the rest of the other girls in the room. She could feel every eye in the room looking at them, but all she cared was looking into Bruce's eyes. He smiled at her and for the first time she felt like a princess from a fairytale.

Lily was saddened when the dance ended. She looked down on the floor, blushing. She heard Bruce chuckle he lifted her chin and grabbed her hand.

"Thank you for the dance, Beautiful," he said kissing her hand.

Lily watched him walk away not believing what had just happened. Someone slapped her gently on the back making Lily turn around finding Cynthia grinning at her.

"Good thing it's you because I would have slapped you back," she said pushing her hair back.

Cynthia grinned more, pulling Lily to side away from everyone. "You were dancing with Bruce Wayne," she squealed. "Bruce Wayne!"

Lily smiled, biting her thumb and nodded her head.

"See, I told you it was a good idea coming here."

"I guess."

"You guess?!" she exclaimed, receiving a few looks from the people around.

"Shh! Do you want everyone to hear you?"

Cynthia was about to say something, but Cynthia's smiled turned into a snobby glared.

Lily turned and saw the same blonde from before with some of her friends.

"What do think you were doing dancing with Bruce Wayne?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know damn well he was going to ask me to dance."

"She probably put something in his drink to make him ask her to dance," said Lorena making them laugh. Lily new her very well because she was Dave's sister, one of Lily's best friends.

"Oh please! Why don't you take your jealous plastic asses and fuck off," Cynthia clashed back.

"And who the hell do you think you're talking to. I am Diana Leigh, Gotham's top model. Do you honestly think Bruce will prefer this fat ass over me," she said pointing at herself.

Lily felt her heart being stabbed. She just pushed past them and started to walk away. She felt hand on her arm making her turn around.

"I'm not finished with you yet."

"Why don't you just leave me alone?" she said sighing.

"Fine I'll leave you alone." She smirked and pushed Lily back. Lily gasped and fell back on the pool, feeling the cold water. She felt being pulled down deeper inside the pool. Lily felt like her lungs were going to explode. She felt another splash in the water and saw the handsome face of Bruce Wayne before passing out.

Bruce had been talking to some of his colleagues when he heard a splash in the water.

"Excuse me," he said walking to the pool side. "What happened?" he asked Cynthia.

"That skank pushed Lily into the pool," she said pointing at Diana.

Bruce glared at Diana who was giggling with her friends. "Everyone, leave now!" he yelled. Everyone stared at Bruce like if he had gone crazy. "Come on! I own this place, now leave!" he growled at them. Knowing not to defy him, they immediately headed for the exit. "Alfred, please, make sure everyone leaves."

"Yes, Master Wayne."

"But Bruce, I wanted us to have romantic evening," said Diana.

Bruce started to take of his suit and shoes with his socks off ready to jump the pool and save Lily, who has been there for a while.

"Leave Diana and take your friends while you're at it," he said glaring at her. "I'll make sure Lily gets home safe," he said to Cynthia.

"Fine, but if something happens to her, I will hurt you and I don't care if you are Bruce Wayne," she said poking his chest. "Now go help her."

Bruce jumped in the pool and saw Lily unconscious in the water. He tried to pull her up, but the dress was to pulling her down. He took the dress off her, letting if resurface with Lily and laid her down the steps of the pool.

"Come on, Beautiful. Wake up," he said. He put his head on her chest and heard a faint heartbeat. He opened her mouth and started to perform CPR on Lily. After a few tries, Lily finally opened her eyes and spat the water out. Bruce rubbed her back trying to make her breathe evenly. "Are you OK, Beautiful?"

Lily coughed a little and nodded her head. She turned her head and saw Bruce's worried face looking at her. He smiled and handed over his suit to her. Lily looked down and found that she was only in her bra and panties. She gasped and took Bruce's suit to try and cover her.

"Oh God, I'm so embarrassed."

"Don't be. I'll grab you a towel. Don't move," he said getting up. Lily watched as Bruce walked away seeing his back muscles move as he walked and water dripping down his back, with some harsh bruises. He was only wearing his pants that were pressed against his skin. Lily blushed looking away.

He saw me half naked. He probably thinks I'm uglier than before. I wonder what happened to him, she thought referring to the bruises.

Bruce came back with a dry towel and extra clothes. "Here take this," he said handing over a t-shirt and a pair of shorts.

"Thank you. Uh, is there a place where I can change?"

"Oh, yeah, there's a bathroom over there," he said pointing at the end of the ballroom.

"Thanks," whispered Lily putting the towel over her body. Luckily, it was big enough to cover her body. Lily closed the door behind her and put on the shirt and pair of shorts. She looked at herself in the mirror and sighed.

"This is as good as it's going to get," she said.

There was a knock on the door. "Beautiful, are you alright?" asked Bruce through the door.

"Yeah," she said opening the door. Bruce was now wearing similar shorts as Lily.

"Are you feeling better?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Uh, Alfred, my butler, is washing your dress," he said going to the bar.

Lily merely nodded and took her seat next to him. "I'm sorry I ruined your party," she whispered.

"You didn't ruin it, Diana did. Anyways, the party was a bore," he said handing her a glass of whiskey.

She drank it all in one shot making Bruce raise an eyebrow. "Where did you learn to drink that way?"

"Cynthia, Dave, and I have lots of drinking contest," she said grabbing a bottle of vodka. "I always win," she giggled.

Bruce smiled. Soon, both of them were laughing and talking in slurs.

"So, how did you get those bruises on your back anyways?"

"What bruises? Oh! Yeah, well I… wait what? Were you checking me out?"

Lily giggled. "Maybe, I mean I couldn't help it. You're so hot," she said drowsily.

Bruce smiled. He was drunk but not drunk enough to not know what was going on. He wasn't lying when he said she was beautiful because she was. Even if she was exactly thin, something attracted him to her. Her hair was wild, some of the mascara and eyeliner was smudged around her eyes, and breathe reeked of alcohol.

"What are you looking at me that way?" she said getting closer to him.

"Because, I've never seen anything so beautiful before," he said before kissing her.

Lily's eyes widen when she felt his lips on hers. It felt so right even if his breath smelled like liquor. She moaned in his mouth pulling him closer.

"Bruce," she moaned through their lips. "What are we doing?"

"I don't know, but I don't wanna stop."

"Me neither," she said as he kissed down her neck.

"Come on," he said standing up and pulling Lily to him. "I have a special room."

"A special room?" she giggled. "What's so special about it?"

"It's special because that's where I'm going to make love to you."

"Are you sure you want me? I'm really fat," she sobbed, in her drunken stage.

Bruce pulled her inside and laid her down the bed. "You're not fat, Beautiful. You're beautiful, Beautiful. You're just a little chubby," he said pulling her shirt off. "And I love you that way."