Figments of the Imagination PG/PG-13

[Batgirl]

Batman looked over his city, sighing heavily. It had been thirty years since that night. Thirty desolate, god forsaken years since that horrible night. Each passing day only increased the pain. The burden becoming more and more unbearable. He had often wondered if it was even worth it. Why did he try so hard? A scream rang through the night and he grunted softly. Hero time... again. He shot out a line and swung into action. In a mere second he was at street level, slamming feet first into one of the thugs. Another came from behind, nailing the Knight over the head with a lead pipe. Batman winced, but swung around and slammed his fist into the man's face. He smiled as the man fell to the ground unconscious. He turned to face the frightened blond haired woman, cowering in the shadows.

"It's alright Miss... They won't be bothering you any more" He turned to go, the woman crying out with joy- the usual.

"Oh! Thank you! Thank you so much!" She threw her arms around his neck, pulling him back. He faltered, surprised. At that moment a third, larger thug appeared from the shadows. His eyes widened as he realized it was a set up. He threw the woman to the ground, but the man was too quick. A shaft of light glimmered across a metal surface and Batman felt something sharp plung deep into his heart. He staggered and fell back, clutching the blade. The thugs laughed.

"Aw, what's the matter Batfreak? Gotta a chest pain?" Batman staggered into the shadows, and sirens filled the night. The thugs looked toward the street, suddenly nervous. "Cops! Let's go! I don't think the Batman will be anymore trouble us!"

"Yea, we taught him not to mess with the Vipers!" Batman collasped into a pile of trash, his breathing becoming irregular and his vison fading.

"Vipers..." He muttered weakly. He knew he should have wiped out the gang when he had the chance. Now he wouldn't have another chance. The light before his eyes grew dim and with a final, shallow breath- Batman passed out of the world.

[Batgirl]

What if one day all you ever worked for was in vain? What if one day you woke up and discovered that all you ever knew was a lie? What if something happened to change your life forever?

[Panther]

Did... did you just kill Batman? :eek:

I am shocked and appalled - but also intrigued. What's gonna happen /now/?

later,

[Batgirl]

Bruce felt odd. He had personally wondered for years what death felt like- what his parents had felt. Now he knew. He slid his hand over a smooth area where he had fallen. He could feel another's presence.

"Thomas! Come quick!" A middle aged woman's voice sounded delicately through his mind and vibrated in his ears. It was quite pleasant and surprisingly soothing. It almost seemed familiar- as if he had heard it long ago... "Thomas! He moved! I saw it with my own eye! He actually moved!"

"Now Martha, you and I both know that he moves. It was probably just another subconscious movement" An older man's voice replied gently.

"I'm telling you he's waking up!"

"Martha, love- we've been through this before" Bruce heard movement and a soft sound, like that of a mother trying to stifle a sob. An odd feeling of familiarity again came over him... Thomas? Martha? Those were his- no. It couldn't be. They were dead. They had died thirty years ago. He had seen it with his own eyes.

"Oh Thomas, I'm sorry- it's just- it's just" The woman burst into tears. Bruce shifted again, debating whether or not to open his eyes. The desire to figure out his surroundings and see the afterlife finally won out.

"I know darling. I want him to wake up too, but we just have to accept the fact that-" The man stopped dead in his sentence as Bruce's eyes slipped open. Bruce found himself immediately blinded by a white light. He frowned. How typical. "Martha! Martha look! He opened his eyes!"

"Thomas, call the nurse!" An older woman suddenly appeared at Bruce's side, surrounded by light. His eyes widened as he recognized her features. He felt himself draw in a sudden breath and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Mom?!"

[Panther]

Wah???

I'm impressed. Two posts into the story and you've not only pulled out all the stops, you've left the audience wondering what the heck is going on!

Waiting for more,

[witness]

Wow, like Panther said, two posts and you're re-writing history! This is a great beginning, I can't wait to see where you'll go with this next.

[Coran]

This makes me think of the Batman animated tv show where the Mad Hatter put a chip on Bruce that made him think his parents had never died and that he had never become Batman. I can't wait to see exactly how this goes.

[Kali]

Very interesting story. I hope you continue on with it. :)

[Batgirl]

Hi all! I'm so sorry it's taking so long. School's been tough and I;ve been sick and looking for a prom dress and all... I promise to have more soon. Oh, and Coran, I got the idea from that episode (Perchanse to Dream?) and the comic Batman no more. It's just my spin on things in an elseworld...

[Panther]

I hope you feel better soon so that we may see more of this story and 'Link to the Past'. Of course, school always come first, but plase don't make us wait too long... :(

later,

[Batgirl]

Ok, I have the next few parts written, hopefully (if time allows), then I'll type them up and post. Sorry for the wait.

[Batgirl]

Ok, I deserve to be... oh, put in your torture of choice. I actually have the next three parts written, but I've been unable to type them up and same thing with my friend. I promise work will continue... Thank God for summer.

[Panther]

Ok, I deserve to be... oh, put in your torture of choice.
Well, there's always being stabbed with your pen, :p but I think the absolutly worst would probably be meeting your #1 Fan :D - and if you don't think that's torture then I suggest you read 'Misery' by Micheal Criton(yes, I know I'm butchering his name, sorry) ;)

Sorry you're so swamped with work :( roll on summer! :)

later

[Batgirl]

"Thomas! He's awake! Our little boy is awake!" The woman near his side began to cry. Bruce assumed it was with joy. He looked about his room warily. At that moment an older man appeared at the door.

"Praise God! He's come back to us!" The man smiled and went to the bedside. There was no denying it. Bruce and the man were related. Bruce had his jaw. "How do you feel son?"

"Other then in shock I'm fine... My head just hurts a little..." Bruce replied softly. His mind was reeling with a thousand different thoughts and sensations. His parents chuckled softly and his mother gently took his hand. Bruce felt his eyes. "Mom... It's so good to see you...."

"Oh Bruce" Martha Wayne replied, her voice a soft, gentle whisper. She wiped away a tear from her eye and smiled warmly- the same warm smile he remembered in his dreams, only now it was a reality. "I missed you so much..."

"Mom... You have no idea..." Bruce said weakly. He wrapped his hands around hers and sighed contently. His eyes drifted to the man who stood tall and silent by his side. "Dad?"

"How do you- wait, I already said that..." Thomas Wayne drifted off. Bruce reached out a hand and clasped his father's hand gently. A tear trickled down the old man's face as it lit with a brilliant smile.

"It's okay Dad... I'm happy too" For a moment the silence hung as a family was once again reunited, the perfect pose for a portrait. A soft knock on the door caused the moment to pass and the family looked at the guest.
A tall young man stood at the door wearing a white robe over a pair of beige khakis and a clean pressed blue shirt. His long raven colored hair was pulled back into a neat ponytail. His blue eyes seemed to shimmer with a playful, child like air in the light and an all too casual grin added an almost mischievous feel to his persona. Bruce felt his heart lurch foreword, Martha smiled warmly.

"Good Evening Mr. and Mrs. Wayne. I heard there was some commotion and decided to check on my patient" The doctor's gaze fell on the man in the bed. the grin faded for a moment, giving way to a look of astonishment. Bruce took in a slow breath, Thomas chuckled.

"Commotion indeed... Our son is awake!"

"Isn't it wonderful?" Martha said, her eyes shining with delight. The doctor approached the bedside, holding Bruce's gaze.

"Wonderful? More like a miracle... Mrs. Wayne, I can't tell you what the others will think..." The doctor smiled again. Bruce detected true sincerity from the doctor and also a hint of sadness "if only Leslie could have been here..."

"Leslie? What happened to Leslie?" Bruce asked frantically. His heart hit the floor. Both of his parents looked at their son uncomfortably. The doctor's mood suddenly became foul.

"She had an accident a little over a year ago. I was a resident, just ready to get my first case... I was her assistant..." The Doctor's eyes flashed angrily. "Then the board made me your doctor"

"What kind of accident?" Bruce asked softly. The doctor turned away and Martha decided to jump in before things went any further.

"We'll tell you later... There's so much to catch up on... Of course, we'll need to find a tutor" Martha said nervously, she looked at her husband.

"I'm sure Alfred can help" Thomas added in. Bruce gave his parents a puzzled look. The doctor watched the man in the bed intently.

"Why do I need to attend school?" Bruce asked innocently. He caught the doctor's curious gaze. His parents laughed lightly. The doctor gave him a half smile.

"Honey, you were only eight when-" Martha's voice broke off and her shining eyes became sad and filled with pain. She looked away and shook her head. Bruce looked at her questioningly.

"What happened?"

"You don't remember son?" Thomas asked gently. Bruce shook his head, his eyes filled with wonder. The doctor cleared his throat.

"Perhaps you should both get some rest. I'm sure Bruce will be fine... I have some tests to run and you both look tired" The parents nodded and looked at their son. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out they didn't want to leave. The doctor smiled. "I'll let you know what I find as soon as possible... I'll take good care of your son, no need to worry"

"Thank you Doctor Grayson" Martha said softly, her eyes shining again.

"Hey, don't thank me, thank your son. He's the one who decided to wake up..."

"Honey," Martha turned to her son. "We'll be on the first floor... Good night honey"

After several more good nights and a few I love you's, Thomas and Martha reluctantly left their son. The doctor silently ran an average check up. Bruce took note of how gentle he doctor was being. As the doctor was busy scribbling down his findings on his note pad, Bruce spoke.

"What happened?"

"Hm?" The doctor looked up, startled out of his deep thoughts. Bruce's face was grim and his tone was solemn. The doctor looked at Bruce curiously.

"What happened?"

"When?" The doctor asked flatly. He continued, his voice becoming colder. "You've been in coma for nearly thirty years? A lot happened... If you want to know, you're parents will fill you in tomorrow"

"I detect a hint of sarcasm in your voice Richard" Bruce replied equally cold, a brief memory stirring from his long sleep. The clipboard clattered to the floor. The doctor was staring at him. "I may have been out but by all means I have not been idle..."

"How did you know my name?"

"Your name tag"

"I'm not wearing a name tag" The doctor replied uneasily. Bruce thought quick.

"I overheard my Mom before..." Bruce watched as the doctor grabbed his clipboard. Bruce continued on hoping the incident would pass. The doctor gave him an odd look, but let it go. "Will you please answer a few things for me? There's some things I need to know"

"I really think your parents should answer-"

"Look, it will only take a minute" Bruce persisted. The doctor sighed. "Please... Put yourself in my place- wouldn't you want to know what happened?"

"Yea, but put yourself in my place. I haven't had five consecutive hours of sleep for at least a week, I have about ten other patients with more to come, and a curious patient whose parents don't want him to know too much" Dr. Richard Grayson looked slightly upset at the last part, slamming the clipboard down on a table next to Bruce.

"I'm sorry" Bruce said quietly. He patted the bedside. The doctor sat down, putting his hand to his head and rubbing. "I didn't know, I'm-"

"No, it's okay. I understand... It's just... Leslie would be so happy..."

"Please tell me what happened" Bruce said softly. The doctor sighed.

"About a year ago we had some trouble..."

"Trouble?"

"Leslie was sure that she was close to finding a way to wake you, that she had finally come up with the right combination of chemicals to stir that area of the brain... I was sent home early that night..." The doctor's eyes turned to cold blue steel. "She was on her way home... The weather was bad, it had been storming for two days. The chemical was to be tried the next day, she had it with her, and all her files- to make sure nothing happened to it. Odd things had been happening... She was almost home when a 'drunk' ran a red-light... The car was totaled, she was killed upon impact. Then the gas tank exploded..."

"Poor Leslie..." Bruce said softly. The doctor looked ready to cry. The two became silent, and the doctor ook a deep breath.

"Now there's going to be trouble again. There's a lot of people who profit when a rich man sleeps" The doctor looked at the man at his side. The doctor's eyes were cold, but at the same time, concerned.

"I understand..." Bruce replied, drumming his fingers on the bed. The doctor looked at him. It was sad, but at the same time truthful.

"I will do everything in my power to ensure no harm comes to you- I'll give my life if I have to" The doctor replied firmly, his voice filled with emotion. Bruce smiled and put a hand on the man's shoulder.

"Hopefully it won't come to that" Bruce replied good naturally. The doctor smiled.

"I owe everything to Leslie and your parents... I won't let them down"

"Really?" Bruce looked at the doctor with interest.

"My parents were circus performers... They were also killed by an 'accident'... Your parents took me in, Leslie helped raise me... No one else cared..." Dick's eyes again shown with anger, but at the same time a mix of pride. "It's not fair- they- she deserved better..."

"I know it's hard, but you'll get your chance to make them pay" Bruce said firmly.

"How?" The Dr. Grayson looked at him almost desperately. "The police are overwhelmed, there's no evidence! There's aren't even any suspects!"

"There's always a way Richard- er, Dr. Grayson" Bruce caught himself.

"Call me Dick. Please... Richard sounds too formal" Dick smiled at Bruce.

"All right Dick..."

"Anything else?"

"How did I end up in a coma?" Bruce asked softly. Dick's face turned serious again. He seemed uncomfortable again.

"Your parents took you to see the Mask of Zorro... On your way home a guy tried to mug you in the alley. Your father went after him, he fired a gun... The shot hit you in the shoulder and you fell back, hitting your head on a sharp edge. The loss of blood was great and you fell into a coma... Until tonight" Dick replied softly. Bruce felt ill. If he had been in coma for thirty years, then- no. He couldn't believe it.

"I see... " Bruce had to know. "Dick, have you ever heard of Batman?"

"Who?" Dick asked with a raised eyebrow. Bruce's heart dropped.

"Sorry... Nevermind... Just...." The fact hit Bruce like a ton of bricks. He had been dreaming in a coma for thirty years- there WAS no Batman... A dull pain started in the back of his head. The doctor gave Bruce another odd look and shrugged it off. Suddenly Bruce yawned. Dick smiled.

"It's late, I better let you sleep Mr. Wayne" Dick got up.

"Do me a favor. Call me Bruce"

"All right Bruce..." Dick smiled and headed for the door. "There's going to be some tests in the morning, to see what's going on inside you... I'll be in the children's ward if you need me, I have another patient to attend to- great kid... Maybe you can meet him sometime"

"Maybe" Bruce answered with a smile. he leaned back. "See you in the morning Dick... Good night"

"Night Bruce" Dick shut off the lights and closed the door. Bruce lay back, his eyes open in the darkness. Outside thunder rolled and lightning flashed. A thought had been troubling him since he realized that his life was forever altered. If he was in coma for thirty years, then there was no Batman.
But why? Could this have been a second chance? And if so, why? Was it to correct his mistakes, to lead a normal life, to see his parents? Or was this simply a chance to see what could have been? Bruce sighed and tried to relax himself. He closed his eyes. A faint outline of a man in a trench coat and hat faded out of view as he went into dreams, and a voice seemed to span time to reach his ears.

"The roads may be many yet there is but one course for each and it has a single end..." The voice was deep and powerful, yet calming. As he pondered the meaning of the words, Bruce drifted into dreams again.

[witness]

This is totally amazing. First of all, I must congradulate you on trying to re-write Bruce's history. You're doing a nice job so far. As for the story, when you gave a descrpition of the doctor, I knew it was going to be Grayson. Absolutely brilliant! Even though Bruce was in a coma, Dick still was taken in by the Waynes after his trauma. Dick also mentioned a kid that he liked from the hospital. Could that be Tim Drake that he was speaking of? Oh! and the reason that Bruce was in the coma in the first place...again brilliant using the night of his parent's "murder" to be the cause. I'll be interested to see who the guy in the trenchcoat and hat is. This is a really great story! Write more soon!

[Coran]

Obviously Bruce still remember all the learning he had when he was Batman, meaning that in this new world, he probably won't need a tutor, but that does bring up some interesting questions... will he give in to the call of the Bat once again? Will he once again done the persona of Batman to help bring justice to the streets? Post more soon! Please!

[Panther]

Wow! Three posts and three major /major/ twists! I agree with everything Coran and Witness said. I loved Grayson as a doctor! How incredibly cool is that?!?!? :D But it seems so sad to think of those 30 years of Bruce's being wasted. :( I can't even begin to dream what twists are in store for the readers. Keep 'em coming!

later,

[Batgirl]

The door to Bruce's room clicked open softly and a shadowy figure slipping inside, quiet as a mouse. The years of training in his dreams had not betrayed him, and Bruce's eyes slide open. The shadowy figure slipped closer in the darkness. He tensed, waiting for the right moment. He felt a small hand take his wrist and made his move. Using his free hand he grabbed the intruder's wrist and twisted it.

"HEY!" A cold feminine voice yelled angrily. He felt a stinging sensation in his cheek as something smooth and hard ran across it. Bruce released, not from the sting, but from the voice itself. It was one he would never forget...

"So- sorry miss..." He stammered, his eyes wide. Two green eyes seemed to dissolve from the darkness, flashing with anger. Bruce fumbled around for the cord to the light. After he found it, he pulled, lighting the room with the small lamp above his bed. The nurse crossed her arms over her chest, glaring meanly at the patient.

"I was trying to get a pulse!" She snarled bitterly. She obviously hadn't been having a good night, and things weren't getting better. Bruce felt his face flush.

"Sorry... Had trouble sleeping... I heard you come in- sorry, but I'm kind of jumpy... Um... Here" Bruce finally decided to shut up and offered her his wrist as a token of penitence. The nurse glared, then slowly, a small smile began to tug at the corners of her mouth. She gently put two fingers to his wrist, holding the man's arm. After a few moments she scribbled something down on a notepad near the bed.

"You're forgiven... Just don't do it again" To add emphasis to the last part, the nurse wagged the end of the pencil at Bruce. He smiled weakly, and she laughed. "Now back to sleep with you or Dic- er, Doctor Grayson will have my head"

"Right..." Bruce couldn't take his eyes off the stunning woman. Beautiful, full rose hued lips, short back hair, neatly combed back, a smooth light complexion... "Will you be in to check on me later?"

"Well, I will around ten in the morning, how does that sound?" The nurse giggled, her green eyes dancing in the light. Bruce grinned widely.

"Far too long to be away from such great beauty" Bruce replied smoothly, with a poetic flare. The nurse blushed and giggled again. She walked to the door and opened it, clipping the chart to the door.

"My, quite the charmer aren't you? Not the kid everyone expected... Well, Mr. Wayne, I'll check up on you in the morning..."

"I'll see you then. Oh- and call me Bruce" He added as an after thought. The nurse smiled sweetly, her green eyes shining. Bruce's eyes were radiating blue.

"Good night Bruce. I'm Nurse Kyle, but you can call me Selina"

"All right... Selina..." Bruce smiled back at her, feeling as if he were walking on air. She waved and then walked out the door, closing it behind her. Bruce stared after her, then he turned out his light. He smiled and leaned back.

* * *

Dick looked up from his papers as a knock sounded at the door. He cleared his throat and put down the pen he was writing with. "Come in"

"Good morning Dick" Selina opened the door and smiled at the hard working doctor. The doctor laughed bitterly and rubbed his temples.

"What's so good about it? It's three a.m.!" Dick put his face in his hands, propping his arms up by the elbows on the desk. Selina smiled sweetly at him.

"Hey... it's ok, we've all had tough nights..." She came around the oak wood desk piled high with papers and took a seat on an open corner. She gently patted his shoulder. Dick looked up and smiled at her.

"Thanks, good to know I have a friend" Dick leaned back and closed his eyes, trying to relax for a moment. Selina looked down at the desk, eyeing the various papers. One was a report on a patient's condition, though she couldn't see the name. She looked concerned, taking in a sharp breath. Dick opened his eyes.

"Please don't tell me-"

"It's Tim. He needs the transplant... And he needs one soon" Dick sighed loudly and shook his head. A deafening silence filled the room. Time seemed to stand still. Selina sniffled softly, wiping a stray tear from her cheek.

"Poor Tim..."

"What about him?" The voice startled the two in the room. It resembled a voice that belonged to gangster's doll, or the main squeeze of a mad clown. Selina bit her lip to avoid cursing out loud. She forgot to close the door... At the door was a nurse in her early twenties, with two bright blue eyes, her fiery red hair was slipped over her shoulders like a fall of fire. On her lovely face was filled with concern. Dr. Grayson sighed and rose to his feet. Selina glared at the new arrival. The nurse's expression changed immediately to disgust and she glared at the doctor. "Gee, hope I wasn't interrupting anything"

"Why you-" Selina sprang from the desk, prepared to pummel the lights out of her.
Dick reached out and grabbed her shoulder, stopping her.

"Good morning Nurse Gordon... We're glad to see you back" Dick replied casually.

"Speak for yourself" Selina muttered under her breath, crossing her arms over her chest, putting on a defiant air. The doctor gave her a sharp glance.

"Good to be back sir" The Nurse chirped, with a bright smile, her eyes shining. She sounded like a perky cheerleader. Selina made a face and groaned. Dick gave her another sharp glance.

"Barbara, I'd like you to check in on Tim, ok?"

"Sure thing Doc" The nurse smiled and gave a small salute. She turned and headed out the door. Selina stuck out her tongue and then muttered something under her breath. Dick gave her an odd look.

"What was that?"

"Stupid cheerleader should have been born BLOND!" Selina hissed bitterly. The doctor smiled, surpressing a chuckle. The nurse gave him a look of disgust. "I don't know what you see in her... She's got the mind of a third grader! She's a clueless brat who's been nothing but a pain in my side!"

"Well, despite her third grade level she works well with Tim...That's all I care about" Dick said, taking a seat. Selina shook her head.

"Well, all I care about is her staying out of my way! I'll see you later, I don't want that- that- cheerleader anywhere near my patient" Selina said with a snort. She turned and stormed out of the room, the door slamming behind her. The doctor sighed and shook his head. Personally, he'd love to see a face off between the two. Nurse Gordon had quite the temper he heard, and word was that she wasn't half bad at fighting either. Dick picked up his pen and smiled ear to ear. She didn't have a figure that was half bad either. Now, if only he knew her name...

* * *

A young boy around thirteen was reclining in his hospital bed. His eyes were glued to the t.v., a newsreport about Superman coming in from Metropolis. A soft knock sounded from the door. He turned to see who is was.

"Come in" He chimed brightly. The door opened and the guest entered. His blue eyes shone as he saw who it was. "Barbara!"

"Hey Tim" She replied sweetly. The nurse took a seat near the boy on his bed. Gone was the dumb, gangster doll voice. Instead, it was soft, sweet, and kind. The boy smiled and gave her a hug. "How are you feeling today?"

"My side hurts a little, but no big deal" Tim said casually. He didn't like admitting there was much pain, especially to her. He had never met a more intelligent, gentle, or more beautiful nurse. Barbara smiled and ruffled the boy's raven hair.

"Should I call the doctor?" She asked softly. Tim shook his head and put his head on her shoulder. The nurse kissed his head gingerly. "Are you sure you're ok? If you're in pain, then I should really-"

"It's all right... I'm just tired... It doesn't hurt now..." Tim looked up at her with his big blue eyes and a warm smile. He snuggled close. She was almost like a sister to him, always looking out for his needs...

"Do you need anything?" Barbara asked softly. It broke her heart to see such a lively child, his whole life ahead of him, confined to the hospital walls.

"Nah, I'm good..." The boy gave her a quick squeeze, and leaned back against his bed. He didn't want to tell her that his side was hurting again. An idea occurred to him. "Um... Babs?"

"Yea?"

"Will you sing for me? It helps me sleep..." He replied quietly.

"Anything for you Tim..." Barbara cleared her throat. He relaxed, his eyes settled on her contently. She took a small breath, and smiled. Then she began. "You are my sunshine, my only sun shine- You make me happy, when skies are gray- You never know dear, how much I love you-"

"Please don't take, my sunshine away" Tim joined in the final line. Barbara took a deep breath, holding back the tears. His father was a reformed thug. He was currently working in the mail room of Wayne Enterprises. His mother had died of pneumonia when he was three. Then about two years ago, he began having a pain in his side. It didn't take long for the doctor to see that the boy had a rare kidney disease. His back would hurt too. Hopefully the boy would get a transplant- but as the days went on, his time was running out. "Hey Babs... can you sing the one that you sang the other day? The sweetheart one?"

"If it helps you sleep, why not?" Barbara took a moment to think it through, then she began to hum the last verse. Then she went into the song. "Let me call you sweetheart, I'm in love with you. Let me hear you whisper, that you love, me too... Keep that bright light glowing, in your eyes so blue... Let me call you sweetheart, I'm in love, with, you"

Tim gave a lazy smile and closed his eyes. "That was nice... Thanks..."

Barbara got up and made her way to the door, flipping the light off. She smiled sadly. "I'll see you around ten, ok Tim? Sleep well"

"See ya" The boy muttered half asleep. He shifted to ease the pain that had started in his back. Barbara hummed softly, breaking into the last line once again.

"Keep that bright light glowing, in your eyes so blue- Let me call you sweetheart, I'm in love, with, you" The door closed, the boy now sound asleep. Barbara wiped away several tears from her cheeks. It wasn't fair... She started down the hall, when her watch went off. She bit her lip, looked around, then headed for the elevator. She had an important meeting on the fifth floor of Gotham Memorial in a conference room.

[The Guitar Slayer]

Selina Kyle, a nurse? Barb Gordon, an airhead? Dick Grayson, a professional doctor? Boy, this is a rewrite! And good one, too.

[Batgirl]

A man with a sharp nose, with glasses perched on top of it flipped through several papers. His black eyes glittered with hidden dark desires, and a huge grin spread across his face.

"What are you grinning about?" A cold, harsh voice asked. The man looked up gleefully, holding in the urge to laugh. He held up a paper.

"Harvey my boy, we hit the jackpot! All we have to do it unplug that little brat and the money's ours! We're going to be rich!" He let out a chilling cackle.

"And the parents?" The cold voice replied. The man with the glasses stopped laughing, his eyes growing dull, the disturbing grin faded.

"Oh yea... Them... I forgot about that..."

"That's the trouble with you Jack... You forget small details- always skipping to the middle" Harvey leaned back in a comfy lounge chair in Conference room 12. He took out a quarter and began to flip it.

"Hardy, har, har, old boy... That's funny..." Jack swiped at the papers lining his desk, scattering them everywhere. He sighed in frustration and put his chin in his hand, throwing the glasses down. "So... Now what?"

"Jack, Jack, Jack... You're impatient... That's why I'm here..." Harvey glanced at his friend, and he snickered. He grinned cruelly. "With my connections, the small details you left out won't be there for long... And then we're rich"

"Harv, my boy... I like the way you think" Jack began to laugh, sending out a high pitched, chilling shriek. A knock sounded at the door. Jack stopped laughing, startled by the sound. Harvey looked at the door nervously. Jack cleared his throat. "Come in"

"Hey Jack. Hi honey" Barbara smiled warmly and waved to Harvey. Harvey smiled and got up, going to meet the lovely nurse.

"Baby, good to see you... How was your day?"

"It was all right... Poor Tim is still in pain" The dumb, gangster doll voice had returned. Harvey put on a mock understanding look and nodded. The woman's blue eyes shone with compassion. "Poor dear..."

"Yea, poor dear, just like that poor Bruce Wayne..." Harvey remarked rather dryly. Jack held in the urge to laugh again, surpressing even the smallest grin. Instead he nodded, as if sympathizing.

"Mr. Wayne? Then you haven't heard?" Barbara grinned at him. "He's awake!"

"HE'S WHAT?!?!" Harvey screamed, his eyes nearly bugging out of his head.

"He's awake!" Barbara chirped happily. "Isn't it great?"

"Great?! What's so..." Harvey took a deep breath, controlling his temper. The nurse looked at him curiously. Jack stared at his partner wide eyed. "Yea... Peachy..."

"What's the matter honey? You look pale" The nurse gently made her way over to Harvey and put a hand to his head. He glared at her, grabbing her wrist and twisting it. She cried out in pain. "HARVEY!"

"Look, if I want feel ill I'll tell you! Keep your paws off me!" He smacked the woman, causing her to hit the floor. She trembled, looking up at him in fear.

"Sorry hon, I just..." Barbara looked down, falling silent. She didn't want to make it any worse. Harvey sighed and rubbed his temples. He pulled her up roughly.

"No baby... I'm sorry... I should be better... Forgive me?" Harvey's eyes were wide and innocent, begging for forgiveness. Barbara took a breath, wincing.

"Yea..." She looked down, praying he'd let her go.

"That's my good girl..." Harvey pulled her close, grabbing her chin with his hand and forcing them to see eye to eye. She smiled weakly. He kissed her forehead roughly and chuckled, trying to hide his anger. He smiled at her coldly. "Hey baby, I'll see you later... You have work don't you?"

"Yea... Bye honey... See you later Jack" Barbara waved and scampered out of the room quickly, glad to get away. Harvey sighed loudly and looked down, deep in thought. He walked over to his chair and flopped down.

"Nice chick ya got there... Pretty too"

"Whatever" Harvey muttered, still thinking. Jack leaned back in his chair. His eyes were dancing with light again and he chuckled.

"My, my... Quite the looker... She open Saturday night?"

"You have your own doll Napiar" Harvey growled softly, his eyes flashing.

"I know, but I'm not talking about me, I'm talking about that dashing doctor of Wayne's... Several times I've seen his eyes on her..."

"So?"

"Just think... She could get all the information we need... You don't think the doctor will just tell us what's wrong do you?" Jack leaned forward intently.

"Hm... Not a bad point..." Harvey rubbed his chin thoughtfully, grinning. "Not a bad point at all... I like your idea... That way we don't have to kill him- right away anyhow... And his parents can have a nice night on the town..."

"Followed by an unfortunate accident... You know... Drunk driver... That will get that pesky butler out of the way too" Jack added. The two burst out laughing.

* * *

Bruce looked up from his ten a.m. check up as his parents entered, grinning ear to ear. Selina looked over her shoulder and smiled at the older couple. She was glad to see them so happy... Thomas and Martha were followed by two all too familiar figures. Bruce felt a large fit in his stomach.

"Bruce honey, I'd like you two meet two very important people... This is Jack Napiar" Martha gestured to the man on her left, who was tall and skinny. A small pair of glasses sat upon his sharp nose. Jack smiled politely and nodded. "He's our personal accountant..."

"Pleased to meet you Bruce" Jack said respectably.

"And this is Harvey Dent" Thomas announced proudly, gesturing to the well built man on his right. The man was tall, dark haired, and had a powerful presence. "He's our attorney... And the District Attorney..."

"Nice to meet you Mr. Wayne" Harvey said, his voice cool and calm, a pleasant smile on his face. He put out his hand in a friendly manner. Bruce nodded and shook. He could see in Harvey's eyes a trace of malice. Selina looked down, not wanting to make eye contact with the lawyer.

"Likewise..." Bruce replied softly. The attorney turned back to his parents and they talked of how to handle the press. While they were talking, Dick entered and conferred with Selina. Bruce just watched. Selina handed Dick the chart and then left, to take care of another patient on the floor. The doctor smiled warmly at Bruce.

"So, how ya feeling this morning?"

"Good, thank you..." Bruce smiled back at the doctor. Even if his accountant and lawyer were unpleasant, he still had a great doctor- and nurse for that matter.... The thought of Selina caused Bruce's smile to widen slightly. The doctor gave him an "I know who you're thinking of" look and chuckled. "She's a nice nurse"

"Yea... We have a lot of nice nurses here" Dr. Grayson grinned slightly and clipped the chart to the bed. Bruce blushed. "Did the tests go well?"

"Yes, there wasn't any pain and it seemed to help the other doctors"

"That's good to hear-"

"So, Doc, what's the prognosis?" Harvey butted in suddenly. Dick scowled at the man. Bruce could tell that there was bad blood between the two. Barbara entered the room, keeping close to the door.

"That's between the patient and me... And don't think flowery language impresses me Mr. Dent..." Dick replied venomously. Bruce saw anger flicker in Dent's eyes.

"I'm just looking out for the well being of my client"

"Well being my-" Dick looked at Bruce's parents and stopped, keeping himself in check. He was a professional... He could handle this... "If 'your client' wants to tell you, then he can. But this is confidential... You should know all about that type of information.... You know, you being a lawyer and all"

"Of course..." Harvey said coolly, his eyes flickering at the Doctor. Dick held his ground. Bruce took a deep breath, this wasn't good... Suddenly Barbara piped up.

"Excuse me Dr. Grayson, but you're late for Tim's appointment... He's not been feeling so good, even if he puts on a good show... I really would appreciate it if you'd hurry" Barbara said, her voice soft and worried. Dick turned to her, and for a split second Bruce saw Dick's shields drop. Bruce grinned, for the moment letting the name of the patient slip. Barbara looked at the doctor pleadingly. "Please?"

"Uh, sure... Bruce" Dick looked at his patient, who nodded, still smiling. Barbara went to the doctor's side and smiled at Bruce. "Thank you nurse Gordon"

"Anytime" Her voice in the gangster doll manner again. Dick scribbled one last thing on the chart and looked up- directly into the nurse's eyes. He suddenly lost his voice and was froze. Barbara grinned, her eyes shining. She handed him the chart. "You'll need this"

"Yea..." Dick took the chart, and after a moment regained his ability to function properly. Bruce snickered softly. Dent watched the situation carefully, taking in every detail. The doctor shook his head and then left the room. Barbara giggled softly and turned to the man in the bed.

"Nice to see ya back Mr. Wayne" She chirped brightly. He smiled weakly and nodded. Her voice reminded him too much of Harley Quinn...

"Mr. Dent, I'm so sorry, but Dr. Grayson has had a hard night..." Martha began. Bruce turned back to the conversation. Barbara slipped out of the room quietly to attend to her duties.

"It's all right Mrs. Wayne... Doctors and lawyers never get along- It's a fact of nature" Harvey said matter-of-factly. The joke caused laughter between the parents and employees, but Bruce kept his eyes on the door. Jack engaged his parents further in conversation, and Harvey slipped out the door. Several minutes later he returned. Bruce watched him go into the group and join in the socializing, as if nothing had happened. Bruce's eyes narrowed. He wondered what Dent was up to and where he had gone. No doubt Dick was right in warning him. There was an old saying that said a rich man, was a dead man...

* * *

Barbara waited for the elevator patiently, humming "Let Me Call You Sweetheart," her thoughts back on the boy she adored. Suddenly she felt a hand over her mouth, and something tight grasping her shoulder. She was dragged off into an unused side room and thrown into a wall. She whimpered softly and turned. Harvey was glaring at her. She smiled weakly.

"Harvey honey.... What's the matter?"

"I saw the way you looked at that Doctor..." He drew closer, Barbara trembled and looked at him fearfully. She cowered against the wall.

"Please Harvey, he's nice but I promise you're my guy... I haven't been untrue" Harvey put his arms over her shoulder, so that he was towering above her. She whimpered and closed her eyes. She knew all too well about his temper. She cowered and looked down. "Please... please don't hurt me..."

"Do you like him? Come on baby... Just be honest" He said softly.

"No.... You're my-' Barbara cried out as she felt Harvey grab her shoulders. Her eyes opened, wide with terror. She cried out in fear. He smiled coldly.

"No... You like the doctor... You like him, understand?" Barbara just nodded, too frightened to do anything else but agree. Harvey smiled cruelly, his voice deepening. "That's my girl... Now, this is what my girl's gonna do- You're gonna get the doctor to like you... Got it?"

"Yea I got it" Barbara replied weakly.

"And then you're gonna get him to tell you everything. Anything that will help us find out what's wrong with Bruce, and anything that will keep that pesky doc out of our way, understand?"

"Sure thing hon..."

"And then... When this is over, we'll get married, and be rich. Understand? Rich..." Dent growled softly. Barbara shook her head, comprehending what he wanted to do. He smiled coldly. "Good... I'll see you later baby"

Harvey released her and Barbara slipped down against the wall, shaking. She waited for several minutes, frozen with terror. Then, making sure he was out of ear shot, she curled into a ball and began to cry. She was beginning to wish she had never met Harvey Dent...

[Coran]

Barbara a Harley Quinn wannabe? Ok... now this is wierd! So did Bruce need that tutor they were going to get for him or not? Have the doctors wondered why he's so smart instead of simply thinking like a ten or twelve year old? Will Bruce have to become Batman to stop Harvey and Jack, or will he do it as Bruce? Will Dick and Barbara actually work out together and will Tim survive this disease? Post again soon! Please!

[Panther]

Wow.



What an amazing elseworlds you've created! Batman meets General Hospital - I love it! Eveyone recognizable - but turned on their heads! Great characterization too, I can't wait to see what hapens, you maage to move things along rapidly, but build up solidly while also twisting things all over the place in every post!



Just... wow.

later,

[witness]

Man I can't grasp the fact that Harvey Dent and Jack Napier are involved with the Waynes! This continues to be a great story! I have to admit, this one I was a little wary of, but you've done an excellent job of grabbing my interest! I do hope you'll continue soon!

[Batgirl]

Dick was looking over his papers when a soft knock sounded at the door. He looked up and rubbed his temples. He gave out a loud sigh, he wasn't in the best of moods, but he would humor whoever it was. He took a deep breath, sounding less friendly then he would have liked, "Come in"

"Gee, hope I'm not interrupting anything..." A soft cheery voice said from the door. The doctor looked up in shock, the guest grinned at him.

"Oh, Nurse Gordon... What a surprise" Dick rose, trying to hide the delight. The nurse giggled softly and entered the room, door closing with a soft "click." She looked at the doctor with two wide, bright blue eyes.

"Uh, hi... I just came to bring you Tim's report" She handed it to him and looked away shyly. The doctor took the report, looking down at her, suddenly finding himself at a loss for words. Barbara looked at him hopefully. He looked away. She looked down, disappointed, and turned to go. "Here... I um... I guess I'll go..."

"Thanks...Nurse Gordon... I guess... I'll get back to work..." Dick sighed and started for his desk. Barbara saw she was going to lose her chance and pretended to stumble over her other foot. She cried out in pain and the doctor took the bait. He spun around and was at her side in a heartbeat, his arms wrapped around her. Barbara took a deep breath, concealing a grin. "Nurse Gordon what happened?! Are you all right?"

"Ow, it hurts! It hurts!" She whimpered pitifully. The doctor carefully positioned her in his arms, Barbara making sure to make every second count. Dr. Grayson gently put her on the desk, removing her foot. He examined her ankle with great care. "Oh Doctor... What am I going to do?"

"Just relax, I'll find out what the problem is" He rubbed her foot gingerly. Barbara watched him, her eyes flickering slightly. She felt a little guilty for leading him on, but there was no way she was going to get Harvey mad. She looked at the doctor curiously, hoping he would actually find a problem of some sort. "Call me Dick- all my friends do"

"Thank...Dick..." Barbara added a sniffle for effect. He looked up at her, and she smiled weakly at him. "Mine name's Barbara... Nurse Gordon is so- formal..."

"Well- Barbara," Dick smiled at her, "it looks like it was just twisted your ankle a little. It'll be fine- you shouldn't need to take time off"

"Oh, what a relief!" Barbara giggled softly. "I would hate to throw my ankle and have to miss work... I'd miss Tim so much... And after I threw my ankle several months back..."

"Tim missed you a lot" Dick looked up at her wide innocent eyes, his insides suddenly melting. He smiled and couldn't think of anything to say. Maybe all for the better. He wasn't good at flirting.

"Yea, he's a sweet kid..." A long silence filled the room. Barbara began to panic. She was losing him. She decided to try a random topic to see if she could get him talking. "It must be hard to work so many hours"

"Nah, I'm used to it" Dick smiled and sat next to her.

"You don't ever want to go on a vacation?" She asked curiously. She grinned back at him, pleased that she had once again regained his attention. Dick shrugged.

"I guess it would be nice..."

"I mean, I've seen you work... You deserve a break"

"I can't leave now- Tim's condition just keeps getting worse and Bruce has made a miraculous recovery... The time isn't right" Dick sighed heavily. Suddenly another wave of guilt washed over Barbara. She really hated herself for this. It was so obvious that he liked her... But he cared for his patients.

"Well, what if it was a little vacation?"

"A little vacation?" The doctor raised his eyebrow and looked at her curiously.

"Yea. I do it all the time... Just grab a ticket and fly somewhere for dinner" Barbara hated lying, but she figured that it was a way to convince him. Dick laughed, his blue eyes shining.

"Really?"

"Sure, why not? You only have one life to live" Barbara began to think of a place to go. "Paris, Rome, London... I've seen them all... Such beautiful cities..."

"I wasn't aware our nurses we making that much money" Dick said, his brows furrowing a bit. He had honestly meant it as a joke. Barbara cringed inwardly.

"Well, I save a lot of money... And my ex would take me..." Barbara replied coolly. She had always been good at thinking on her feet. The doctor suddenly seemed more interested.

"Ex?"

"Yea" Barbara wondered what was so special about the word "ex."

"So, you're not... seeing any one?" Dick asked hopefully. Barbara paused a moment, the meaning of the question clicking. No wonder "ex" was special...

"Yea... We broke up about two weeks ago..." Barbara said, her voice quivering.

"Must have hurt a lot..." Dick looked down, feeling bad for bringing up a painful subject. Barbara decided to cover for her slip quickly.

"It did. Then I thought of how many times he'd skip out on me, or make an excuse as to why he had to break a date and how we'd argue because we never spent time together... Believe me, I am so over him it's not funny"

"Really?" Dick looked up, his eyes shining again. Barbara smiled and nodded. He took a deep breath, suddenly appearing quite nervous. She guessed what he was about to say. "Look, I know this is rather forward and most unprofessional of me... but.... I was wondering if.... Maybe sometime you wanted to get together.... Just the two of us.... Like a see a movie... or something..." Suddenly he was shy and stuttering out the last part. "I mean you don't have to if you don't want to and all-"

"No... I'd... I'd like that" Barbara giggled softly. The doctor grinned, the smile beaming a thousand watts. His eyes were dancing in the light.

"Really?"

"Yea"

"Cool I-... Gees, I'm acting like a school boy... You must think I'm a dork"

"Nah, I think your kinda cute" Barbara leaned over and gave him a peck on the cheek. Dick blushed deeply and gave a lope sided grin. Barbara scribbled something down on a piece of paper and handed it to him. "Call me"

"Sure..."

"I have to go check on Tim... See you around Dick" She got up and strode to the door. She stopped as she opened the door and smiled at Dick. He grinned back, too high to say anything. Then she left. Several moments later Selina was at the door. Dick was sitting on his desk, his eyes beaming.

"You, uh, won the lottery?"

"Better"

"You got a date with that reporter chick from Metropolis?"

"No- with Barbara" Dick replied, he stood up, looking as proud as a peacock.

"Who?" Selina gave him an odd look.

"Oh, sorry... Nurse Gordon. Her name's Barbara"

"WHAT?!?!?!?!?!" Selina screamed, her puzzled look becoming one of anger. "What's so great about that dim witted-"

"Selina, what caused you to stop by? Is Bruce all right?" Dick snapped back to his overly stressed self. He knew that changing the subject would get Selina off her rant. Selina stopped, temporarily forgetting why she stopped by.

"Huh? Oh, that... Um... Oh! The psychiatrist stopped by. She says that she has the reason for Bruce's high level of intellect"

"Oh?''

"Yea, they want you present when she explains it.... I guess" Selina shrugged. "I thought I'd let you know before I went home. Call me of you need me"

"Thanks Selina" Dick looked over several papers and grabbed his chart for Bruce. Selina waved and disappeared. Dick decided to stop by the room to see what the psychiatrist had to say.

* * *

When Dr. Grayson arrived in the room, Martha and Thomas were sitting next to their son. Bruce was looking bored, and when his eyes met the doctor's they were pleading for an excuse to escape. Alfred was standing near the door. Jack was standing next to a tall blonde woman in a red suit. She was wearing a pair of small glasses and her hair was pulled back into a bun. The doctor smiled.

"Good afternoon Mr. and Mrs. Wayne. Bruce. Jack. Alfred... Miss?" Dick gave the proper greeting, drawing a blank when he can to the woman.

"Doctor Harleen Quinzel" The woman replied in a spritely sounding voice. She smiled and Dick nodded. A common exchange between professionals. Jack chuckled.

"Doc, this is my girl.... Ain't she cute?" Jack asked, his eyes gleaming. Dick shot him an irritated glance and looked back at the woman.

"So, Miss-"

"Doctor Quinzel. I assure you that I did not spend four extra years at graduate school to be called Miss" Harleen retorted hotly. The Doctor nodded again.

"Of course. My sincerest apologies Dr. Quinzel. Now, you have information on the patient's condition?" Dick asked calmly, not phased the slightest bit, his first remark coming off as a sarcastic one.

"Yes. Due to the stimulation of the subject in his metaphysical state and the circumstances in the surrounding environment-"

"In English please" Dick interrupted, sounding past annoyed. Harleen stopped and shot him a glare. Alfred and Bruce suppressed a smile. Jack muttered under his breath. Martha nodded.

"If you please Dr. Quinzel, I'm not sure what you mean" She said gently.

"Sure... Bruce has a very active mind, and quite an imagination... By various sources his mind put all the information together and educated him. Most likely it was those educational shows you watched when he was in coma" Harleen explained casually. Dick sighed softly and shrugged.

"Ok... That makes sense... So now what?" The room was silent. Dick suppressed his grin. He hated psychiatrists. Thomas and Martha looked at each other.

"Why don't you just let him loose in the wide world and see what happens" Harleen suggested nonchalantly. The doctor considered it.

"Sounds good to me..." Dick answered. "Mr. Wayne? Mrs. Wayne?"

"What about the tutors?" Martha asked curiously.

"Alfred can teach him anything he needs to know" Thomas replied.

"And Selina can keep tabs on his medical condition" Dick offered. Martha looked at her son and bit her lip in a worried fashion. "Of course Bruce will be in the hospital for a few more days anyway"

"It's the only way we'll know Martha..." Thomas said gently. Martha sighed heavily.

"Oh... all right... I'll just be glad to have my son come home" Bruce grinned and Dick looked relieved. Alfred muttered something to Bruce softly. Jack looked anxious for a moment.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?"

"Yes" Thomas replied instantly. Jack forced a smile and shrugged.

"All right..." Jack fell silent. Harleen began to chatter about other things. Dick made his way to the side of the bed. He leaned in next to Bruce.

"If you want, I can show you around the hospital. You can get out of here- I mean, Harleen is just going to start a personal conversation..." He said in a low voice.

"Sounds good to me, let's go" Bruce threw his legs over the side of the bed, suddenly being quite thankful for the loose clothes his mother had brought earlier that day. Alfred gave him a concerned look. All talk stopped.

"Bruce what are you doing!?" Martha asked in horror. Her son smiled at her.

"Just seeing how well I can walk. I'll be right back, and Dr. Grayson is coming" Bruce replied, almost sounding like the boy he should have been. Dick nodded in agreement. Alfred shifted uncomfortably. "You can come too Alfred"

"No thank you Master Bruce, I will remain here" Alfred replied calmly.

"Be careful Bruce" Martha said, her eyes filled with concern.

"I will" Dick escorted Bruce out of the room and down the halls of his floor. Bruce paid careful attention to detail, making note of the slightest change that would distinguish one area from another. Dick was the acting tour guide, informing Bruce of the various patient names and cases. At last they came to the elevator. Bruce sighed heavily, knowing he needed to return to his room. Dick glanced at his watch.

"I better be getting back..." Bruce said quietly. Dick looked at him, a curious, yet mischievous smile on his face.

"What? You don't want to see the rest of the hospital? I still have my office to show off, and of course, the cafeteria... Everyone wants to see the cafeteria" Dick said, with the slightest hint of humor. Bruce chuckled. He looked around, as if what the two were doing were unlawful. Then he grinned at his doctor.

"Let's go" Bruce pressed the down button.

"But first, if you don't mind- I'd like to check in on someone" Dick said casually. Bruce raised his eyebrow a bit. Dick smiled, saying nothing. The doors opened and the two men entered the elevator.

"Ok"

"Fifth floor" Dick informed his patient. Bruce nodded, then a devious grin spread across his face. He looked at the doctor, his eyes shinning.

"You mean you're actually going to trust me with hitting the right button?"

"Don't even think about it..." Dick shot a reprimanding look, but a grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. "Keep in mind that we're in a hospital Mr. Wayne" Bruce sighed, feigning disappointment. Dick snickered and grinned. "However, this is strictly used by visitors... So, if you still happen to have the urge on the way out... Be my guest"

"YES!" Bruce hit the button to floor five and the two men burst out laughing. Of course Bruce was far too old for such pranks... but not too old to joke about it. The elevator made a quick past between the tenth floor and fifth and soon the doors were open again. As he departed, Bruce cast one quick look at the button panel. A half grin formed on his face and his fingers ran across each button. Then Bruce quickly followed the doctor down the hall.

[Panther]

May I say how much I love seeing Bruce have an actual sense of humur? His character doesn't rerally have one, but this is a really nice breck to see him - My God - _laugh_. I like how you're portraying Harley - but then again, I love all of your ...reworkings here. I will admit I have no idea what is going to happen, and I can't wait to read more!

later,

[The_NewCatwoman]

OMGosh! I'm sooooo sorry for not having replied before now. This story is fantastic! I've sat here and read through it without pause for the past forty minutes. Oh do keep going! I can't wait until you add more.

-tNC

[rabidkittyspike]

I have read this amazing story at least 10 times over the past month and loved it more each time. :D

I can't wait to see what happens next!
Batgirl Please post more!!
I can't take it anymore!

[Batgirl]

(Before I post this next part I want to apologize. It's senior year and I work a lot. When the site moved I thought I lost my account. It's good to be back. Here's the next part. Enjoy.)

Barbara laughed as Tim did another impression of his father. The boy didn't care for the man who was his own flesh and bone. Barbara didn't care for the man either. Here was his little boy, only thirteen, in the hopsital with a condition that could have been treated- had it been caught early enough. Her mind wandered back to when he first came to the hospital. It was the middle of April, a wonderful warm spring day a little over a year ago. The boy had been in sixth grade at the time. During a game of tag on the playground he had continually buckled over, complaining of a pain in his back. As he was going back to class, he collapsed in the middle of the hallway. The school nurse called nine one one, and the boy was rushed to Gotham General. He was diagnosed with a rare form kidney disease. His father had dismissed any troubles as that the boy, like himself, had a bad back, and just needed to work out. While they had tried to take the boy out of the home, his father always managed to keep him. Barbara shook her head and gingerly placed a hand on Tim's face.

"You're such a sweetheart Tim, he really should treat you better"

"Yea well, I don't think it's gonna matter soon" Tim said softly. Barbara's smiled disappeared and a grim look came upon her face. The comment had dissolved any merriment in the room. She looked into the boy's eyes.

"It's going to be ok Tim- you're going to get that transplant"

"No I'm not!" Tim almost shouted, tear stung his eyes. "Come on Barbara, be serious! Everyone knows time is running out! I know it! I'm going to die!"

"Tim!" Barbara's voice was shaking and stern, filled with determination. "You're going to live. We will find a cure! I promise! You can't give up- please... Don't give in... If you give in, then who's going to fight?"

"But I'm tired Babs... I'm tired" Tim looked at her with two wide blue eyes. He looked small and frail- the victim of a cold killer, except this one couldn't be caught. "I'm tired of fighting... I don't want to fight anymore"

Barbara was silent. She got up and went to the door. Tim called out to her, but she left the room. She leaned against the wall outside and began to sob. She covered her face with her hands, too stunned and emotionally hurt to maintain composure. Barbara loved the boy too much to let go, but Tim was right. He had fought long and hard... but he was losing. It was just hard hearing the boy admit defeat after so long. It just didn't seem fair...

"Barbara what's wrong? Is Tim all right?" The concerned voice caused her to look up. Dr. Grayson and Bruce were standing in front of her, Dick looking worried. Bruce looked through the doorway, spying the young boy. His heart lurched forward in his chest. The boy looked up, his eyes tinted red. Bruce swallowed hard and went into the room. He smiled weakly at the boy.

"Hey there kiddo... why the long face?" Bruce went to the bedside and took a seat next to the boy, who eyed his new visitor warily. "Is everything all right?"

"No" Tim replied quietly. His eyes once again fell to the floor. Bruce thought a moment, not sure what to say, then tried again.

"Is there anything I can do?"

"Unless you can find some new kidneys then no... Rare disease... They say I'm going to die soon" Came the cold, almost bitter reply. Bruce cringed. The boy was in no mood for talking. He got up, preparing to leave the room when Tim looked up at him. "So- what are you here for?"

"Me?" Bruce turned back to the boy, a surprised look on his face. He had thought the boy had no interest whatsoever in talking. "I'm here because I was in an accident a while ago...

"Oh" Tim said quietly. He looked down, as if embarrassed by the reply. He knew he could have been more friendly. Bruce decided to try again, seeing the kid was opening up.

"What's your name?"

"Timothy... Timothy Drake... But everyone I know calls me Tim" The boy replied flatly. Bruce smiled at him and sat on the bed again. "Who are you?

"It's nice to meet you Tim. I'm Bruce Wayne..."

* * *

"He's given up Dick... I'm sorry, I know I should be stronger, but I just can't help it! He's got so much to live for! He's just a boy! He shouldn't have to- have to..." Overcome with emotion, Barbara burst into tears again. She wouldn't allow herself to finish. Dick put his arms around her gently and sighed softly. He almost overlooked that her voice had changed. It had gone from the doll like voice to something quite different- it was soft, and kind, pleasant to the ear. He wished that she'd sound like that all the time- he'd never tire of her talk.

"It's okay Barbara, it's just a phase he's going through. Everytime he gets sick he gets depressed for a while. You'll see, he'll pop back- just like he did the last time... He'll be his normal self again" Dick said, trying to comfort the woman. He smiled down at her warmly.

"But he knows Dick- He knows" Barbara replied, equally soft, her eyes turning to his own. Her eyes were filled with sadness. The doctor understood. Barbara put her head against his shoulder, not caring who saw them.

"He's not going to die. If a man who's been in a coma since childhood can wake up when there's no hope, then a boy who's got the odds against him can win. Miracles happen Barbara, I know it! Things have happened before that I never thought possible- you just have to believe- Tim is going to survive" Dick said, his voice filled with determination and strength he never knew he had. Barbara looked up at him, her expression filled with doubt and despair.

"How? How will he survive?"

"I don't know, I just know he's going to make it... If we give up hope, then so will he. We're just as important in the fight as he is. He looks to us, and if we despair then there's no hope. Wipe away your tears and report back to the room immediately. We're not giving up on him" Dick released the nurse and walked into the room. He wishing he felt as confident as he sounded...

"Bruce Wayne? Like the guy that's been in a coma for years?" Tim cried, his eyes shining and a huge grin on his face. The man sitting next to the boy was grinning.

* * *

"That's me" Bruce said, puffing up for show. The boy giggled and stared in awe.

"Cool..."

"You really think so?"

"Definitely... They say you're a marvel of modern medicine or something..."

"I see you've meet my other star patient Bruce" Dick laughed and approached the bedside. Both of his patients smiled back at him.

"He's a nice kid" Bruce patted the young boy on the head. Tim beamed with pride.

"Yea, he's great. A hell raiser at times, but great"

"Hell raiser? You?" Bruce feinted innocence as he looked at Tim. The boy giggled again, his eyes taking on a gleam of mischief. "Never"

"I'm a perfect angel Doctor Grayson, I have no idea where you'd get that idea..." Tim looked up at Dick with big blue eyes. The doctor snickered and shook his head.

"This from the boy who set off every fire alarm in the building" Dick quipped back.

"Hey, it wasn't my fault that dorky plant nut let her computer here- not to mention the head of the hospital is dumb enough to have his password as password... It was so easy- I did it merely to prove this place needs better security- and that the fire alarms shouldn't be electronic, I mean gees, what if there's a black out?"

"That's not your problem" The doctor replied, giving the boy a stern look. "And then there was the time that you used the computer at the nurses station to hack into the main office through security cameras"

"And what a broadcast that was! I never knew that guy liked blondes..."

"Timothy!" A sharp voice came from the door, causing the boy to cringe. The men turned to see Nurse Gordon, hands on her hips, looking fit to be tied. "You shouldn't be talking like that!"

"Sorry Babs" Tim replied with a sheepish grin. Dick snickered. "At least I didn't hack into the shower area... I mean, that would have been real bad"

"Really bad- use proper english Tim"

"Proper english is for the well educated, I'm just a street brat" Tim said softly, casting his eyes down. "That's what everyone calls me... Everyone else but you and Di- Doc Grayson"

"Well, don't pay any attention to them, they don't know a thing about you" Barbara replied in a matter-of-fact tone. Dick smiled at her. "I have some work to do, so I'll be seeing you gentlemen later"

Everyone gave their good byes and Barbara headed to the Nurse's Station to pick up her latest duties. As she walked by an open room an all too familiar voice drifted out and caused her to stop in her tracks.

"I thought I told you not to meet me here"

"Look Harvey, that creep that's been workin' on my kid is the same creep who woke up that stupid rich brat... Now, I'm not askin' for much, just that ya take care of the punk before he does something else- like get the police on ta ya"

"And how would he do that?" Harvey asked, an amused grin on his face, his deep voice sending chills down Barbara's spine. She grabbed a chart off the wall and began writing. "He's got nothing on me"

"Oh? I think he does. He's got a sharp mind and he smells a rat- he knows that something's up Harv... He's going to discover who really caused that accident and that instead of an accident- urg!"

"Shut your mouth ya slob! People who talk too much end up dead... However, if you keep your mouth shut and wait just a bit, I may have a job for ya... A job that could profit us both" Harvey said, his voice growing with malice.

"Uh hu... I already got that old lady's death on my hands, I don't need another one"

"But no one knows Leslie's death was intentional-" Barbara looked up in horror. She briskly turned and started walking away. She had heard enough. For too long she had turned the other way, ignoring all the warning signs. She had made excuses out of fear. But where could she go?

"Barbara" She stopped in her tracks, looking up. Selina was standing in front of her. Barbara smiled weakly, hiding the chart she had scribbled on.

"Hi... What do you want?"

"The Commissioner called. She wants to meet with you"

"Why?" Barbara asked, her voice shaking. Selina shrugged.

"I don't pry into other's business" Selina turned and walked off. Barbara went to the Nurse's Station and put down her chart. She looked at the phone, and thought a moment. Then she dialed the non-emergency number.

"Hello? Yes, this is Ms. Gordon speaking, I received a call from the Commissioner earlier today. Mm-hum. Ok. The Iceberg Lounge? Seven? All right. Thank you. Tell her I'll be there. Yes, thank you" Barbara hung up the phone and looked back towards the room where Harvey had been. She was taking a risk, but she wouldn't say anything- not yet. She needed proof, and her word against his would only kill her... Yet something, some strange loyalty held her tongue. He hadn't always been that way... She sighed, doubting her choice.

"Barbara?" The nurse was startled out of her thoughts. She turned to see Selina watching her intently. "You are going aren't you?"

"I thought you said that you didn't pry into others' business" Barbara retorted coldly. Her eyes narrowed slightly, her voice taking on an edge. Selina looked at her solemnly, her green eyes filled with concern.

"I guess... Oh, by the way, you better put up that stupid accent of yours, your boyfriend's headed this way" Selina turned and headed off down the hall, looking for doctor Grayson. Barbara bit her lip and headed towards the elevator at a brisk pace. She fidgeted nervously as she waited.

"Come on... Come on..."

"Hey sugar lips, how's it going?" The friendly side of Harvey was once again in play. Barbara turned and gave him a warm smile.

"Just fine thanks..." Her voice remained normal. She had always hated her dorky dollish twist. It just wasn't her. Harvey smiled back, ignoring the change.

"Wanna go for a bite to eat?"

"Uh, I'm not too hungry right now, and I promised to meet someone tonight. An old friend came into town... You know how it is"

"Oh, okay... How's it going with the Doc?" Harvey's eyes glinted in the light.

"He's eating right out of my palm. Don't worry..." Barbara replied casually. The doors opened and the two entered the elevator. It began down to the first floor. After a moment of silence, Barbara spoke, her eyes wavering in the light. "Harvey... Do you love me?"

"What? Of course baby, of course. Have I ever been untrue?" Harvey replied, as if he were tired of hearing it. Barbara was silent a moment.

"There's rumors Harvey"

"Do ya always believe what ya hear?" He asked, his eyes innocent. Barbara forced a smile on her face, feigning reassurance. "Hey, there's no one but you..."

"Thanks" Barbara replied, trying to sound convinced. The doors opened and Harvey waved. As the doors closed she watched him walk away. At times it seemed he was his old self- the man that she had loved at one time. Yet, there was something now that told her he would never be the same again. And that a certain young doctor could offer her the life she had always wanted. She had told him that she was free, and had been to countries- well, it was partial truth. She had seen them in her dreams. And in her dreams, she wasn't bound by the man called her boyfriend. Barbara glanced down at her watch. In ten minutes she was free to go. Then she'd go to meet the Commissioner.

[Kat Pryde]

Geez! How many times have I read this, and I didn't even say anything?!

Hey, Batgirl, glad you're back and I just love this story! I hope to see more soon! Great job!

=^-^=

[Coran]

So who is going to be the one that steps up and is the hero of the story? Will Bruce be stepping in to save everyone since he already has all of the simulated experience as Batman to help him? Will Dick, Barbara, and TIm all have important roles to play or are they simply scenery for the story to get Bruce when he needs to be?

Anyways BG, great story. Keep up the great work, and I can't wait to read more.

[The_NewCatwoman]

And the plot thickens. I'm so anxious to see where you take this one.

waiting not so patiently,

tNC

[Panther]

"All the world's a stage, and all the men and women upon it merely players. They have their entrances and thier exits, and one man in his time plays many parts."

- Mr. William Shakespeare.

Ah, the stage is set, the characters are all in place - but what will happen, and, more importantly, how long will it take for the main character to take center stage?

later,

[spongeoz]

fan............................tas..................................tic

nothing to say other that this story is phenomenal. Can't wait for the next instalment. Literally sitting on the edge of my seat. Let me tell you, the edge of a seat is not so comfortable.

Spongeoz
(simply waiting for the next entry)

[Panther]

Just thought I'd bump this up.

No pressure or anything.

Tra la la la la, just sitting here, waiting...


:p

[Batgirl]

To my wonderly talented furry friend, and my other dear, patient, readers... The next installment is here- Enjoy:

Barbara looked around nervously as she came into the restaurant. She wasn't used to being in such a nice nightclub. Harvey used to take her for fine dining, but now he rarely took her out at all, and if he did, it was to a seedy back alley place. Barbara soon stopped asking when they'd get to go somewhere. And more and more Harvey was trying to get further and further. The small, chubby host waddled up to her with a grin.

"Good evening Miss, how may I help you?" He asked politely.

"I'm here to see the Commissioner" Barbara replied softly. The man nodded.

"Right this way ma'am. She's been expecting you... By the way, my name is Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot. I'll be your host tonight" the small man with the rounded body showed Barbara to a table in the back and towards the far left corner. It was a nice, well covered area. Perfect for a discreet conversation. As she approached, Commissioner Montoya rose and offered her hand to the nurse.

"Miss Gordon I presume?"

"Yes... It's a nice you..." Barbara shook Renee's hand, smiling weakly. "I've heard a lot of good things about you...."

"Likewise. Why don't you take a seat?" Renee sat down and took a sip from her water. Barbara looked nervously at her and took a seat. "Do you know why I called you?"

"I'm not completely sure" Barbara replied softly, her voice innocent. Renee eyed her doubtfully. Barbara held her nerves down.

"I think you do"

"Please Commissioner... Get to the point, I'm a very busy woman"

"So am I Ms. Gordon. I'm not here to waste time. You know that your boyfriend Harvey Dent has been suspected in several shady dealings"

"Like what?" Barbara demanded coldly. Renee shot her a cold glare.

"Embezzlement, Fraud, Robbery... Murder- to name a few...."

"Has anything been proven?" Barbara asked hotly. Renee sighed softly, her eyes cast downward. She had her.

"No"

"What? I didn't hear you?" Barbara hissed, her eyes gleaming triumphantly. Renee looked up, her eyes flickering with bright flames of anger.

"No"

"Then you're slandering his good name" Barbara said matter-of-factly. "He may be no Harvey Bullock, but he's-"

"He's a cold hearted killer Ms. Gordon!" Renee slammed her fist on the table, and stood. Barbara met her gaze with cold eyes, but her heart was beating rapidly. "You're covering for him! I've seen hundreds of cases like this Ms. Gordon"

Renee took a deep breath, put a hand to her face, and then sat down. She glanced around, relieved that no one had seen her "distracting" behavior. Barbara took a sip of her water. Renee looked at the nurse solemnly and went on. "He's a dangerous man Barbara- you and I both know that. I'm not sure if you're scared, or you really don't see it- but I know you're an intelligent woman... Please... Help me"

Barbara was silent. Her eyes turned to the ground, then scanned the club several times. She leaned towards the woman and spoke in low voice, "Understand that I want to help- I really do- but... I can't... I believe in Harvey..."

She leaned back, and loosened up a bit. A sad smile crossed her face. "You know... He wasn't always like this- he used to be a nice guy... He'd take me places, and he was sweet- always sweet... then... then he started to get... well... odd... But I have faith in him Commissioner- I do.... He'll change"

Renee made a disgusted face. The woman's voice had taken on a doll like sound. While Barbara had given her a hint of hope, she wasn't going to talk. The waiter came over and smiled at the silent pair. "May I take your order?"

Renee studied the woman closely. Then she looked at the waiter. "No. I'm leaving"

She stood and grabbed her coat, which was draped across the back of her table. Then the Commissioner turned to the woman. "You're a fool if you really believe that. I must say I expected more from the daughter of one of our finest... If he could see you now...."

Renee shook her head and turned her eyes toward the door. Barbara flinched at the mention of her father. Renee took a breath and held it, then went on. "If you change your mind, you know where to find me... Good night Barbara"

With that said the woman walked away. Barbara stared off after her. Tears stung at her eyes. Her father had been dead for two years. A bittersweet smile crossed her face at the thought of him. It had seemed an eternity. Her eyes darkened.
Two years. It was graduation night- he had a flat tire. She had watched for him the entire ceremony. She walked across the stage, head held high, just like daddy had told her too- she had never been so happy in her life... Until she came down the stairs... There were so many people- so many smiles... Then Detective Bullock approached her, her father's partner. His eyes were sad, and his face grim. He told her the news- her father had been shot in the back point blank while changing a tire. He was pronounced dead at the scene. In an instant, her entire world came crumbling down around her...
She had spent two days in her house, hidden away from the world in deep mourning. She spoke in loving memory at her father's funeral. After he was laid to rest, she rarely came out of the house. She battled depression and suicide for months. Harvey had helped her through it all- she owed him her life. Then she was hired by Gotham General. Slowly things began to piece themselves back together again. She had learned to move on. Barbara sighed quietly, wiping a stray tear away.

"Ma'am?" The waiter looked at her with concern. Barbara shook her head and looked at him, forcing a smile.

"Yes?"

"Are you going to order?"

"No... Here... Take a few bucks... I'm sorry for the trouble" Barbara rose quickly and shoved several dollars at the waiter, which he took gratefully. Barbara headed for the door without another word. As she passed by a pillar the sound of laughter caught her ear. She turned and looked. Her eyes widened in shock and she caught her breath.

There, at another table, was Harvey. And he wasn't alone. He wasn't even with his pointy nosed friend the accountant... Beside him sat an intoxicating red head. Barbara felt tears surface again. She began to take short, shallow breaths. She couldn't believe it. Then it happened- the unimaginable- as they were talking Harvey leaned over. He kissed the mysterious woman on her full, rose hued lips. The woman returned it, then pulled away. She giggled softly and began to chatter again. Barbara felt her heart break. She turned and ran out of the club.
She began to walk down the streets, trying to lie to herself. No, that wasn't Harvey. Harvey loved her- he was always there for her... He'd never go with another woman... Never... But then... He wasn't Harvey- Not really... Barbara slowed her pace and looked up. Rain poured down on her and the buildings stretched skyward. She felt small. She felt tired. She felt... alone...

[The_NewCatwoman]

Ohhhhh noooooo!

Harvey cheated, now I hope she squeals like a greased pig. Gotta get back to the MLS world cup.

Double overtime with no score!!!!!!!!!!!! Wheeeeeee!!!!!!!!! :D

[Batgirl]

Dick sighed contentedly and stretched out. His feet were propped up on his small table in front of him, a rerun of I Love Lucy playing. As Lucy gave her infamous, "But Ricky! I wanna be in the show!"

The doctor gave out a good natured laugh, along with the rest of the audience. Once again Ricky gave one of the many reasons Lucy couldn't join the crew. He smiled and took a sip of his coke. An open box of half eaten pizza was next to him on the couch. He chuckled as Fred and Ethel entered the fray. As the show cut to a commercial, Dick yawned and checked his watch. It was a quarter to eleven. He gave another yawn. He snuggled back into the couch and let his eyes glaze over. If he fell asleep on the couch again his alarm would wake him up.
The show started up again he began to doze up, his leaden eye lids slipping closed. As he began to doze off, a small sound caught his attention. It was a soft knocking on the door. His fatigue vanished and he snapped to attention immediately. He got up and trotted to the door, leaving his robe lazily draped over a chair. He turned the handle and the door open. The good doctor gave a startled cry.

"Nurse Gordon!"

"I told you, Barbara... please..." The woman sniffled softly and tried to smile. Dick looked around in surprise. Barbara took an unsteady breath. "Or Babs..."

"What are you doing here?" Dick tried to contain his shock- and his delight. She took another breath, and looked into hid beautiful sapphire eyes. She looked as if she had been crying, and would burst into tears any moment.

"Can I come in? Please?" Her voice cracked, and she whimpered. "If it's not too much trouble... If it is I can-"

"Nah, it's all good... Come on" Dick waved a hand inside and stepped back, his eyes lit up and a thousand watt grin on his face. Barbara, head down, entered the house. It was a small ranch, maybe two rooms, in a decent neighborhood. The nurse took note of the nice kitchen and friendly, but messy family room. A half smile crossed her face as she spied the rerun. Her father would watch I Love Lucy with her each night when she was little. It was tradition. Dick stopped into the kitchen and grabbed a soda. He knew from work her favorite was regular coke. He casually strolled into the family room and joined her on the couch.

"What's wrong?" His eyes were full of concern. She smiled weakly.

"Nothing... Just a bad night... I ran into my boy- er, my ex tonight... He was with another woman..." Barbara said unsteadily. She looked as if she might cry again. Dick shook his head.

"I'm sure the guy's a jerk... I mean, who couldn't love you?" He said, his eyes flickering kindly. He gave her one of his famous innocent smiles.

"Him" She replied, her voice filled with melancholy. She looked away from the doctor. She loved his smile. It was so... naive.... He was naive. He shouldn't trust her.

"Then he's missing out on a wonderful woman" Dick replied firmly. Barbara blushed. Her eyes scanned the small room. "You can make it on your own. You don't need him- you don't need anyone but yourself. That's what my parents used to tell me"

"I know... but... I don't think I could afford a place like this"

"Sure you could, it's not that much. Heck, for what I make I could probably afford Wayne Manor. It's all on what you want and how you like to live. Me, I like a smaller, more comfortable place. Mansions are fun, but a handful. I can tell you that from experience" Dick leaned back and laughed, thinking of his upbringing in the Manor.

"Do you like it here?" Barbara asked quietly, her eyes shimmering in the soft light. She smiled. He was so naive... She couldn't believe Harvey would turn on her... Dick handed her the coke and nodded.

"Yea, it's great" Dick looked around his home proudly. It may not have been much, but it was his- and to him, that's all that mattered. Barbara looked at him shyly.

"It's lovely..."

"And messy... If I knew company was coming I would have picked up" Dick replied sheepishly, his cheek flushing slightly. Barbara giggled and opened her soda, taking a sip. Pizza boxes were scattered everywhere, with papers of all colors. An old carton that had once held Chinese food was to the left of the table, and several plastic cups and cans popped up here and there. Dick glanced at the box next to him and tossed it to the floor. "Sorry... Hope I didn't scare you... It may come as a shock to you, but you can find your way through it- Really"

"I've seen worse believe it or not" She joked casually. Dick laughed.

"Are you serious?" His eyes sparkled. Barbara looked at him, suddenly feeling much better. Harvey and the other woman seemed like a distant memory. She nodded, her eyes shining.

"My dad always left the place a mess... I'd pick up after him"

"That's sweet"

"Well, since it was just dad and me, there was no one else to. We'd always joke that he was the teen and I was the adult..." Barbara explained. Dick laughed.

"Wow... My parents- er, the Wayne's, they still don't call me an adult..." Dick sighed in mock disappointment and shook his head. Barbara giggled and put her soda on the table. She leaned against the couch. She had never felt more relaxed. She was in a nice house, with a nice guy, who had a nice body- and who was in nothing but a pair of shorts. She felt a chill run up and down her spine as she admired the doctor's well toned body. Harvey had told her to do whatever possible to get him out of the way, and at the moment, several things were coming to her mind. "I don't think they ever will..."

"I guess they don't see what I do then" Barbara replied casually. Dick studied her a moment, curious as to what she was so interested in. He looked down. He realized he was in a comfortable pair of shorts, which he usually slept in. His face turned a shade of pink.

"Sorry... I usually wear more when guests are over... You kinda caught me off guard" He said casually, trying to hide his embarrassment. Barbara chuckled softly, her eyes glowing.

"I do that to a lot of guys" She said coolly.

"I bet..." Dick looked down, suddenly finding a lack of words. Barbara shifted position, putting herself closer to the doctor. Harvey wouldn't mind. Maybe if he had competition it would get him more interested in her....

"Did any one ever tell you that you have a great body?" Barbara asked softly, her voice taking on a subtle, alluring quality. Dick looked up, his shade turning to red.

"Yea... Some girls at the gym" He replied, growing more and more sheepish. Dick was confused. He felt uncomfortable, but it wasn't unpleasant. He felt tense, as though something were going to happen, but he also felt an odd sort of excitement. Barbara gingerly reached out and touched his shoulder, then ran her fingers along his chest.

"Maybe I should go..." Barbara continued to move her fingers over his bare chest. She noted his increase in breathing, and his uneasiness at the situation. Dick felt his heart beat faster and his skin tingle from her touch. He didn't want to admit it, but he liked the feeling. He moved closer to her, slipping her coat off. Barbara smiled at him coyly.

"You... don't... have... to..." Dick sputtered out, his common sense screaming at him. This was going way too far, and way too fast it screamed. Another sense told him to let it go. The two seemed to be at war inside his mind.

"You don't mind me staying?" She said, her eyes glittering in the pale light. Dick shook his head. The second voice grew louder, his common sense failing.

"Not at all" Dick replied distantly, her alluring touch making the rerun all but forgotten. Barbara put her arms around his neck and leaned forward, gently pressing her lips against his gently. She pulled back slowly, gazing into his eyes. Dick couldn't tear his eyes away from hers. She was good. She was very good.
Barbara leaned closer and pressed her lips against the doctor's again. Dick slipped his arms around her waist. The kiss became more passionate, and the doctor moved from her lips to her neck, each kiss growing in intensity. Barbara slipped closer, until their bodies were touching, pressed together tightly. Her heart beat wildly and she closed her eyes, indulging in the feeling...
Dick's hands slide under her shirt, gently moving up and down her back. He pressed his lips against her neck hotly, his head pounding. In his wildest dreams he had never been able to touch her like this... Barbara's breath picked up, and she leaned close to his ear. She began to whisper in a seductive, breathy voice. His grip tightened around her, and she could feel his temperature rise. The intensity in the Siren's sweet promises increased, and Barbara felt her back hit the couch...

DING DONG. Dick pulled himself off Barbara quickly, his face a deep crimson. Barbara was still breathing heavily, her eyes wide. Both looked towards the door. Dick got up and grabbed his robe. He threw it on and hurried towards the door. Barbara gave an irritated sigh, and sat up, reassembling herself. She climbed over the couch, following him. Dick opened the door.

"Pardon me for disturbing you, but my name is Alfred Pennyworth. I am here on behalf of the young Mr. Wayne sir" An older, noble looking man stood on his door step. Dick looked at him incredulously and nodded. Alfred smiled and entered. "Thank you sir"

"Who is it?" Barbara asked, coming down the hall. Alfred eyed her warily, noting the disheveled look and looked at the doctor. He raised an eyebrow. Barbara looked down, avoiding all eye contact. The two knew each other well.

"I hope I wasn't interrupting anything..." He said calmly. Dick blushed deeply.

"No... Not at all... Come on in Alfred" Dick waved a hand toward the family room. Alfred nodded, still eyeing the woman warily, then walked down the hallway. Barbara glared after him. Dick stood at the front entrance a moment, silent. She looked back at the doctor with a curious eyes, then grinned playfully. She slipped up against him and leaned close to his ear. Her plans for the doctor would have to be postponed.

"Remember what I said" She pressed her lips against his cheek in a firm, but gentle manner. She pulled back, letting her hand grace his cheek. "See you tomorrow morning Doctor"

"Good Night..." Dick watched the young woman saunter out and into the dark. When she was out of sight, he closed the door. A loud sigh escaped his throat and by some miracle he found his way into the family room. Alfred was watching him closely, his eyes narrowed.

"I'd watch yourself if I were you... She's with Dent"

"They broke up- she told me herself. Two weeks ago" Dick replied, slowly coming back to reality and the present. Alfred shook his head and made a disgusted face.

"Then why did he plan to meet her tomorrow night at the Iceberg Lounge for their third year anniversary?" He retorted coolly. Dick looked at him with wide eyes. "She's not the angel you think she is Doctor. If I were you, I'd keep away from the little witch"

"She's not a witch" Dick growled angrily, his temper suddenly flaring. He felt confused. He had grown up with Alfred- he had never lied to him... But... Barbara wouldn't lie to him... Would she?

"You've know me for half your life Master Dick. When have I ever lead you wrong?" Alfred said quietly, suddenly becoming very solemn. Dick stared at him.

"You've never lied to me..." Dick replied softly. Alfred nodded. Dick felt angry, he felt used, he felt betrayed. He looked down. "But... she said..."

"You've got to remember that she's with Harvey- she's going to do whatever he asks... You've got to be on guard. She's toying with you Dick. You are the only thing that stands between Master Bruce and Harvey. He's using her to move you out of the way. You're smarter then that! Don't be a pawn!" Alfred said quietly. Dick looked up, fury burning in his eyes.

"I'll ask her tomorrow... And I'll make reservations at the Iceberg lounge. If she meets Harvey there, I'll know she lied... And if she lied to me..." Dick trailed off, angry flames leaping up. He knew Dent. But Barbara... she was different. She couldn't possibly-

"I am terribly sorry to arrive so late"

"That's ok Alfred. Anytime. If you hadn't come, I have to admit that I would've done something I'd regret..." Dick sheepishly put a hand to the back of his neck and blushed. Alfred must have had a sixth sense...

"I do my best to correct mistakes before they become errors" Alfred replied with a smile. Dick cocked his head to the side curiously.

"What?"

"A mistake doesn't become an error until it is uncorrected- I saw that on a poster once and thought it was a lovely saying..." Alfred smiled again and Dick laughed. Good old Alfred. He could fix anything... "Now, the reason I came"

"What's on your mind?" Dick sat up attentively.

"It's about Master Bruce"

"What about him?"

"Well, the Wayne's are terribly anxious. They want their baby to come home as soon as possible... They're eager to hear any news" Alfred looked at Dick. Dick's smile faded and he had a thoughtful look on his face. While he tried to think out the answer, a small voice nagged at the back of his mind. Baby. Their baby. Dick tried to push the thought from his mind. He forced a grin.

"All the tests are completed, I don't see why he can't go home within the next few days..." Dick put his hand to his chin. Alfred studied the man carefully, then clapped his hands. Dick felt his stomach sink.

"Splendid! Well, I will bother you no further Master Dick" The old man got up. Dick looked away, giving out a soft sigh. Dick made a face.

"Yea, splendid" He muttered under his breath.

"What was that?" Alfred gave the man an odd look. Dick looked up, smiling.

"Yea, splendid" This time it sounded friendly, almost delighted. Alfred shook his head and headed for the door. Dick escorted him out. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

Alfred stopped as the door opened. He smiled at Dick, placing a hand on his shoulder. He spoke in a gentle, reassuring voice. "Of course young master... And don't worry. Bruce may be their first born, but the Wayne's will always consider you their son"

Dick gave the old man a genuine smile. "Thanks..."

"Anytime young master. Anytime" Alfred nodded slightly and headed for the car. Dick watched him leave, closing the door when the car was out of sight. Alfred seemed to know everything. Dick had always admired the man. He hoped that someday he could amount to half the man that Alfred was.

[The_NewCatwoman]

Awwwwww.

Which can be taken in two different ways:

One. of disappointment at Barbara's situation with Dick.

Two. at Dickie being Thomas and Martha's "baby".

That's so sweet.

I'm getting the feeling a little more light will be shed on both situations soon.

Until then,

tNC

[Panther]

Scuze me Batgirl while I yell at one of your characters.


Stupid Babs! Stop lying for crying out loud! You fool! This is only going to make things worse! Drop the act!!!!!

Ok, got that off my chest. NEway, great story - more please! :D

[Batgirl]

Barbara was perched on the desk of the nurse's station when Harvey came in the next morning. She was filing her nails, nonchalantly. He smiled at her, leaning on the counter. She ignored him.

"I don't believe we've met... May I ask what they call a pretty girl like you?" He asked in his deep, smooth voice. Barbara stopped filing, looking at him curiously.

"Oh, hello Harvey" She replied coolly. Harvey's smile faded and he looked at her.

"Oh, hello Harvey..." He said in a mocking tone. His eyes darkened. "Is that how you greet me? Your one and only?"

"If you remember correctly, my 'one and only' is Doc Grayson now- you said so yourself" Barbara retorted, her voice slightly bitter and doll like. She returned to filing her nails again. Harvey growled.

"I said you like him, not love him" Harvey replied coolly, his voice lowering. The elevator dinged softly and a very tired doctor stepped onto the tenth floor. He proceeded down the hall but stopped in site of the nurse's station. His eyes narrowed when he saw Dent.

"And what if I do? Huh? What if I love him?" Barbara replied coldly, her file stopping again, her stormy eyes meeting his. Harvey reached across the counter and grabbed her arm. Barbara yelped. Harvey loosened his grip looking around. There were times he forgot they were in public... He eased up when he couldn't see anyone. Dick moved closer, coming within earshot. Barbara smiled weakly, trying to get free of the man's grip. "Puddin' wait! You know there's no one else! I was joking!"

"Oh?" Harvey growled coldly. "I heard someone got home late... Where'd you go?"

"Go?" Barbara gulped softly and shrugged. "Oh, out with some friends..."

"You're lying baby..." Harvey leaned closer, his dark eyes peering into hers, the menacing tone deepening. "Come on baby... What's the truth?"

"Truth?" Barbara tried to tear her gaze away. Dick pressed himself up against the wall, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Well..."

"TALK!"

"I was at the Iceberg Lounge!" Barbara cried out. "And then at Doc Grayson's!"

"What?!" Harvey snarled angrily. He pulled the woman off the desk and towards him, his eyes blazing. "Why were you at the Berg? Huh? Tell me!"

"The Commissioner wanted to see me! She thinks you're a bad seed, but I told her off! I said you's was good! Honest!" Barbara wailed softly. Harvey pulled her closer, Barbara began to struggle. Dick watched in disbelief.

"Why did you meet with her!"

"She wanted to talk! I say you were good! Please Harvey, let me go! Let me go!" Barbara pulled back. Harvey slapped her and threw her against the wall. Dick felt his body tense up.

"If you EVER talk to that woman again I'll-" Harvey began. Barbara cowered in terror. Harvey rose his hand to strike, then froze. His eyes narrowed on the woman before him. "What did you say about Doc Grayson?"

"I went to his place" Barbara replied weakly. Harvey backhanded the woman again. She cried out. Dick inched closer to the two. Harvey grabbed her arms, slamming her into the wall, pinning her.

"WHY?"

"You said to distract him!" Barbara pleaded weakly. Harvey's voice dropped, barely audible. It was filled with malice and danger.

"What did you do while you were there?"

"We messed around a bit- I lead him on... It wasn't serious! Ow! Harvey let me go! I promise it didn't mean nothing!" She whimpered. Barbara cast her eyes to the floor. She thought back to the few moments that Dick had held her. She forced back the smile. He made her feel like a queen. Harvey had never been that sincere... "Please let me go!"

"It better not have been! Remember sweet lips... You're mine! Don't ever forget that! I own you! You are worthless without me!" Harvey hissed hatefully. "If you ever touch him again I'll kill you! Understand?"

"What about that woman you were with?" Barbara gave him an accusing glare. She cried out again and Harvey backhanded her, growling.

"If I want another woman, I can have another woman! Understand? You will do whatever I tell you to!" Harvey roared. He rose his hand up. Barbara looked away. Dick was frozen solid. He felt hurt that Barbara had lied, but something else hurt even more. That someone as beautiful and intelligent as she was would let someone like Harvey abuse her. "And I'm telling you to stay away from that doctor!"

"But you said-" Barbara began, her body shaking. Harvey hit her again.

"I changed my mind. Got it?" He said, his voice threatening. Barbara nodded. Harvey grinned at her, easing his grip. He forcefully kissed her forehead. "Good. I have to go now baby, I'll see you tonight"

"Yea" Barbara replied weakly. Harvey turned and walked away without further notice. When he was out of sight, Barbara put her head into her hands and wept. Dick slipped out from his spot and stared at her.

"You lied to me" He said coldly. Barbara looked up in shock. Tears still streamed down her face. Dick felt a sharp pain in his chest. "You lied. About everything"

"Dick-" Barbara started for him but he held out a hand.

"I don't want to hear it. I already heard enough" Dick's eyes flashed and he shook his head. "You know, you'd be fine without him... I don't understand why someone who's as smart and beautiful as you are be manipulated by a creep like him"

"He wasn't always like that" Barbara replied weakly.

"But he is now... I have a patient to check on. Get to work" Dick replied coldly. He turned and headed for Bruce's room. Barbara watched him leave. She began to sob again, sliding down against the wall. It would be half an hour before the next shift came in, plenty of time for her to freshen up and make sure no marks would appear. Barbara flinched as she felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked up into two, bright green eyes. She caught her breath.

"Selina!"

"What's going on? I heard yelling..." Selina gently lifted the woman's chin, her eye's widening. "On my... Barbara, what happened?"

Barbara looked into Selina's eyes. "Why do you care? You hate me remember. I'm that stupid cheerleader who does nothing but annoy you!"

"Well...." Selina took a deep breath, looking towards Bruce's room. She looked back the woman before her. "I admit, I don't particularly care for your mindless prep routine, but I've seen you with Tim before... A couple times... And I've heard things about Harvey... What he's done"

"He hasn't done anything!" Barbara retorted hotly. Selina was the last person she would ever go to for advice. Barbara struggled to her feet, Selina making sure she was steady. "Leave me alone!"

"Barbara!" Selina's voice was commanding, causing the woman to stop in her tracks. Barbara scowled, Selina reached out and put a hand on her shoulder. Selina gave her a firm look. "You need help... At least talk to me. I won't tell anyone what you say"

Selina's voice became gentle. "I promise- it can stay between us... You just seem so... alone... Trust me, I've worked with enough people to know when they're in trouble. And you're in way over your head"

Barbara turned and looked at the woman, her eye's wide with fear and hope. Barbara spoke softly, in her normal voice. "Do you really mean it? You won't tell a soul?"

Selina smiled. "I promise..."

Barbara was silent a moment, then she took a deep breath. Selina ushered her over to two empty chairs, and the two took a seat. Barbara looked around, making sure the coast was clear, then she began in a low voice. "Well... You see... It goes like this, Harvey..."

* * *

Dick looked over the charts, Bruce watched him eagerly. Thomas and Martha stood beside their son, just as anxious. Dick remained silent, every now and then giving a grunt. Finally he looked up, emotionless. He took a deep breath.

"Mr. and Mrs. Wayne, I see no reason to keep your son here any longer" He said, his eyes shining. Martha let out a delighted cry and clapped her hands together. Thomas gave his son a hug. Bruce laughed and gave Dick a smile.

"Thank you Doctor Grayson... Thank you" Bruce said in a soft voice.

Dick shrugged, turning away. "Just don't forget us- you'll always have friends here"

He turned and walked out of the room. He was as cold as stone, making his way into the office. He slammed the door, flopping into his seat. He spied a sheet of paper and picked it up. His mood went from melancholy to despair as he read the news. Dick scowled, crumbling up the piece of paper. He threw it into the trash, then put his face into his hands and wept. It was bad enough that he was losing his parents all over again, but now Tim was also leaving him. There was no hope. He had lost everything.

* * *

Thomas and Martha quickly set about packing things up and chattered about how happy they were. Alfred had given Bruce some new clothes, then leaving him to change the dutiful butler went about preparing for his master's homecoming. Bruce pulled a quick change. When he finished, he stared at his reflection in the mirror. He was happy to go home, but Dick's last comment disturbed him. He also noted that Dick didn't seem too happy he was leaving. Bruce peeked out and saw his parents occupying Alfred's time. He silently slipped out into the hall, making his way down the corridor. He stopped when he saw Barbara and Selina huddled together. Barbara was smiling and Selina was wiping off Barbara's face with a cloth. He raised an eyebrow. Something was up...

At that moment Selina chose to look up, her smile faltered for a second. "Oh! Bruce! How nice... I heard you're leaving today"

Barbara looked up, terrified. Bruce smiled at the two. "Yes. I'm going home"

"Well, you're going to come visit us aren't you?" Selina tried to distract him, but years of dream fine tuning couldn't be undone. Bruce took a seat beside Barbara.

"What's wrong?"

"Na- nothing... I'm fine, just a hard night" Barbara stumbled over an excuse.

"Are you sure?" Bruce's asked, genuinely concerned. Selina bit her lip. Barbara nodded, forcing a smile. Selina tensed. Bruce frowned. "Ok... If you ever need to talk, my line is always open"

Selina's green eyes briefly flashed a deeper color from the attention Barbara was getting, but soon returned to normal. Barbara grinned weakly. "I'm fine... Selina- well, nevermind... I'll be ok"

"In that case, have either of you seen Doctor Grayson?" Bruce noted Barbara flinching at the name. He felt bad for bringing up a sore issue. Selina covered.

"He's in his office, two halls down, left, right- fourth door on the right"

"Thank you" Bruce got up and headed in the proper direction. As he rounded the bend he cast a final look towards the women. He felt an impending sense of doom, but chose to ignore it. A voice seemed to echo in his mind. The roads are many but the destination one... Bruce stopped at the door of Dick's office. The voice was the same voice he had heard before- the words were different, but similar in meaning. He shook his head and knocked. "Dick?"

"Who's there?" The upset voice of a young man drifted through the door.

"It's me, Dick. Can I come in?" Bruce harkened back to the days in his dream world when he had taken Dick in, and was met with the same scenario. A smile crossed his face, but soon faded. No, that world didn't exist.

"Sure... It's open" Dick forced a smile as the older man came in. Bruce looked around sheepishly. Dick motioned to another chair, which Bruce gratefully took. The two were silent. "I guess you're pretty excited, you get to go home today..."

"I guess..." Bruce replied unsteadily. He averted Dick's eyes.

"Your parents know you're here?" Dick questioned. Bruce shook his head no. "In that case you better go. They're going to be worried"

"Dick-" Bruce looked up, pausing a moment. "I'm going to miss you"

Dick smiled. "I'll miss you too. But that's what visiting hours are for"

Bruce nodded, then rose quickly. "I'll see you around"

Dick watched Bruce leave and shook his head. He'd never understand the man. Yet, the fact that Bruce didn't want to leave made him feel a little better. In some odd way, it felt as though they spent years together, almost as if they were father and son... Bruce found his parents at the nurse's station bickering with Selina. Barbara was no where in sight. A muffled voice came over the speakers, informing the hospital that a patient on a lower floor was in serious condition and needed treatment. Bruce shrugged it off and felt as though he was being watched. He looked around, but not a soul was in sight. Martha called to her son and he joined the fray. Good byes were said, and soon they were off for Wayne Manor- to live happily ever after. The End.....

A dark shadow watched from a hidden room. It turned to a figure further in the room, his voice was gruff. "The brat's ok... We need to move quickly..."

"But the doctor!"

"Kill him"

"How?"

"I don't know how and I don't care. I want him gone" the figure turned, flipping a coin. The man in the room shrank back.

"Why?"

"He got too close- my girl's ready to turn on me... And I'm going to make sure she doesn't" The coin landed in the palm of his hand, heads up. He smiled. "And if she talks, I kill her"

"Aren't you going a little far? I mean, you've got a lot of blood on your hands, and I'm getting sick of doing your-" The man winced as a hand closed about his throat.

"You will do whatever I say whenever I say because you rife is worthless and I pay your bills!!!! You knew full well what you were getting into and now there's no backing out! Got it?" The dark man hissed. The captive man nodded. The dark man returned to flipping his coin. "By the way, that announcement- it was about your kid. Seems he's in pretty rough shape... I'd go check on him if I were you"

The other man shrank against the wall, muttering his son's name. He looked at the two faced creep before him and slunk in the shadows towards the door. The coin stopped flipping a moment.

"Oh, and Stephen?"

"Yes, boss?"

"I want him dead tonight... No excuses. If the good doctor sees another sun rise, you can bet your life that you won't" Stephen Drake shuddered at the words of former District Attorney Harvey Dent and slipped into the hall. He knew full well the life he had chosen, and now it was too late to regret it.

[The_NewCatwoman]

OMGosh I'd completely missed this. Yet another wonderful post brought to us by Batgirl. Thanks for the read.

tNC

[Batgirl]

It was a cloudy night, and as usual, the Good Doctor got home late. His mind told him it was time for bed, his body said that bedtime was four hours ago, and the clock said it was eleven o'clock at night. He threw his leather coat to the side, slamming the door behind him. His answering machine screamed at him, the light blinking furiously. Dick ignored it. He was tired of bad news. Tim had slipped into coma early that morning. Bit by bit the disease was taking him. Dick flopped down on the coach, burying his face in his hands. He began to weep. It was at times like this life didn't seem worth living. The doorbell rang, causing him to look up. He wiped away the tears, shuffling to the door.

"Who's there?" He sounded annoyed.

"Barbara" Came the soft reply.

"I'm sorry Nurse Gordon, but-"

"Dick, please! This isn't a game! I need to talk to you" Dick wanted to turn away. To leave her in the cold, but the urgency in her voice caused his cold hearted demeanor to falter. He sighed loudly, opening the door. Barbara came in quickly, looking behind her frantically. Seeing she wasn't followed, she closed the door. Dick glared at her.

"What do you want?"

"Dick..." Her voice was normal again, her eyes sad. Barbara took a deep breath. "It's just... There's so much to say..."

"Then say it, I've got the time" Dick replied coldly. Barbara shifted uncomfortably. She put a hand to his face in a gentle manner. Dick resisted the urge to hit her- he figured that Harvey would do it for him. Barbara took a deep breath.

"I understand everything. I really do. If I were you right now I'd hate me too" She rubbed her arms, as if she were cold. Dick remained silent, emotionless. "I'm sorry"

"Little late isn't it?" He replied coolly.

"My father used to say that it's never too late- until we're gone" Barbara replied, tears welling up. Her eyes seemed distant a moment. "You know... He would have liked you... He never wanted me to see Harvey"

"I wonder why" Dick replied, his voice heavy with sarcasm.

"I regret a lot of things in life... And I'm sorry I lied to you... But..." Barbara looked at him, her eyes filled with emotion. "I'm not sorry about what happened"

"About what happening?" Dick asked, his eyes cold.

"This" She said softly. She pulled him to her and pressed her lips against his. Dick was too paralized from shock to react to the kiss. His defenses dropped instantly and his body, previously too tired to move responded naturally to the appealing stimulation. His arms tightened around her, his mind screaming to stop, his body begging him not to. Barbara pulled back, holding his face in her hands, tears streaming down her face. Dick wanted to slap her, he wanted to kiss her- he wanted to take her in his arms and never let her go again. His heart was breaking in two.

"Why are you doing this?!" He asked bitterly. Barbara tried to stop the tears but they refused to be held back. She was breathing heavily, trying to regain her dignity. "What do you want from me?"

"I've never felt like this before.... Not even with Harvey... You don't know how I've waited for something like this... It's just..." Barabara whimpered softly. Tears streamed down her face.

"What's wrong Barbara?"

"He's going to kill you... Don't ask me how I know this but I know he's planning to... I know he had something to do with Leslie's death.... He told me if I breathed a word he'd kill me!" Barbara began to weep. The words didn't sink in right away.

"What?!" Dick stared at her in disbelief.

"Harvey hired someone to kill her!"

"WHAT?!" Realization hit him like a ton of bricks.

"It has something to do with Bruce! He didn't tell me why! All he said is that the poor girl never saw that one coming!" Barbara nearly whispered her reply. Dick grabbed her arms, digging his fingers into her, his eyes growing dark.

"You mentioned Bruce"

"Yes" She replied weakly.

"What does Bruce have to do with this?" His voice was dangerously low. Barbara felt sick to her stomach. She trembled, trying to wriggle out of his grasp.

"I don't know"

"You're lying" Dick snarled he tightened his grip. Barbara cried out in pain. His voice increased in volume. "What does Bruce have to do with this!!!"

"I told you I don't know!" Barbara nearly screamed. He began to shake her.

"YOU KNOW WHAT HE WANTS! TELL ME!" Dick's patience had run out. "WHAT'S HE GOING TO DO TO BRUCE!"

"I DON'T KNOW! LET ME GO DICK! PLEASE! LET ME GO! I SWEAR I DON'T KNOW!" Barbara begged. Her voice was filled with terror. "YOU'RE HURTING ME"

Dick threw her to the ground, his body shaking. He suddenly realized what he had done. He felkt sick. Barbara couldn't speak. The doctor took a moment to compose himself. He didn't know what to say. Silence filled the air. Then he spoke.

"I'm sorry" Dick's voice was emotionless. He towered above her, a terrible figure in the dark. Barbara whimpered softly. "I swore I would never raise a hand against a woman... Never..."

"Dick..." Barbara rose to her feet. She looked warily at him. Her hand gingerly touched his shoulder. His eyes sparked with anger. He brushed her hand away. He looked pained. "It's okay..."

"Okay?!" Dick's voice rose again. Barbara shrank back against the door. Dick stared at her in disbelief. "No! It's not okay! For god's sake Barbara! I was hurting you! Don't you care?"

"Harvey never does" Barbara replied weakly. Dick felt his blood rise, but not at her.

"What?"

"It's nothing, really..."

"He hits you? And you think it's nothing?" Dick sounded skepitcal. Barbara nodded, looking down. He stared blankly at her. "I don't believe this... Don't you think you can do better?"

"I suppose..."

"Barbara-"

"Don't you think I'd leave if I could!" Barbara snapped angrily. She looked at him, her eyes full of regret. "Do you think I'm stupid! I know how dangerous he is! I want to leave! I can't!"

A silence fell. Dick stared at her. He looked out the window nervously. "Does he know that you're here?"

"No"

"Why did you come Barbara?"

"You have to ask?" Barbara looked hurt. Dick drew in an unsteady breath. The two fell silent again. She shrugged. "I have to go... I came here to warn you Dick. What you do now is entirely up to you"

Barbara opened the door and walked out, the door slamming behind her.

* * *
Tim was sleeping peacefully when his father took a seat beside him. He smiled sadly. The heart monitor beeped. His son had been drifting in and out of consciousness for the past twelve hours. Stephen gently brushed a stray hair away from his son's face.

"Hey Timmy... How ya doin'?" The man smiled weakly, "You still holdin' on, right? I hear yer not doin' so well...But yer gonna show 'em! Aren't ya? Yea..."

The boy was still. Stephen wiped away a stray tear. "I'm sorry Timmy... I've never been the dad I shoulda been... I didn't mean for this to happen... I wanted a good life for ya... Did what I could... But I... I didn't see what was before my own eyes. My own son... sick, needin' help.... Never spendin' the proper time with ya... But I promise thing'll be different when ya get better! You'll have a family! A real home!"

The boy moved slightly in his sleep. Stephen smiled. "That's my boy... Always been a good 'un... I got one more job, and then we'll go away... I promise Timmy one more, that's all... I know you don't like Harvey... Two Faced creep that his is... But he puts the money on the table.... I'm sorry I have to do this"

Tim was silent again. Stephen took a deep breath. "Well, I have to go... I'll see you later, ok sport? Hang on for me... I promise I'll be back"

He got up and walked to the door. He stopped, turning to his son, sleeping peacefully. He brushed a tear away. "I love you Timmy"

He walked out of the room, heading for his final job.

* * *

"Master Bruce, Ms. Kyle is here to see you"

"Thank you Alfred, show her in" Bruce was sitting in the family room, enjoying a brief rest in front of a warm fire. His parents had gone to rent a movie. The Gray Ghost Returns, one of his favorites as a child. He was staring up at the portrait of his parents. He smiled as he heard the sound of heels clicking the floor.

"Good evening Mr. Wayne. I came for your daily check up" Selina took a seat beside her patient and pulled out all her tools. Bruce gave her an amused smile.

"Would you like anything Master Bruce?"

"Some privacy would be nice" Selina glanced at Bruce warily at his comment. Alfred cleared his throat, giving the man a disapproving look.

"Very well sir" The butler turned and walked into the kitchen. Selina went about her business in a professional manner.

"First I need you to take off your shirt"

"Aren't we moving a little fast for a first date?" Bruce asked, his eyes twinkling. Selina gave him a hard stare. Bruce couldn't help giving a playful smile.

"Please Mr. Wayne, I'm a professional... Don't try to get cute. Now take off your shirt so I can listen to your heart beat"

"You can't hear it now?"

"Bruce" Selina's voice was stern, but she couldn't help but smile at the innocence in his voice. It was like a school boy, using his tacky lines to impress a girl.

"You're right Ms. Kyle. I should keep this professional" Bruce shook away the playful exterior, removing his shirt. Selina put the stethoscope to his chest, resting her palm against his abdomen. Their eyes met, and Selina suddenly felt uncomfortable. She looked down. "Is something wrong Ms. Kyle?"

"No... I'm fine..." She put her tool away, removing the deive for blood pressure. She scribbled down a few notes. Bruce smiled. "Everything sounds good"

"Nice to know I have such a wonderful nurse looking out for my health"

"Now, try to be still. This should only take a minute" Selina slipped the cuff around his arm. She took the reading and jotted down several notes. She packed up her things. "Thank you for being so cooperative Mr. Wayne"

"Please, call me Bruce"

"Good night Bruce" Selina got up and began towards the door. Bruce got to his feet and followed. He took a deep breath.

"Selina"

"Yes?"

"Would you like to stay for a movie? My parents will be back soon. And Alfred makes great popcorn.... It wouldn't be all night, just for an hour or so..."

"I'd feel uncomfortable..."

"It's the Return of the Gray Ghost" Bruce replied, giving her a puppy look. A smile adorn her lips and she laughed. "And you were off an hour ago"

"The Gray Ghost? Well, how can I say no..."

"Right this way..." Bruce escorted Selina back to the living room. "Alfred! Get another bowl ready! We have a guest"

* * *

Stephen turned the handle and peeked through the door. The t.v. was on, and he could see his victum casually slumped back, sleeping in a chair. He smiled. Good, it would be an easy job. His slipped through the door, shutting it softly. He moved towards the sleeping victum, pulling back the hammar to his gun. He dropped a note on the floor. The good doctor was about to be the next victum of Harvey Dent, the victum of an alleged suicide. He crept closer. A shadow slipped in the door, watching the man. It moved quickly.

"Hey Doc... Time to go to sleep, permentantly!" Stephen sprang. He grabbed the victum's head, putting the barrel to the temple. He stopped, staring at the pillow in shock. "What the..."

"NO!" The shadow sprang. Stephen spun around, sending a bullet into Barbara's stomach. She cried out and collasped. Stephen stared at her in horror.

"YOU!" Fumbling, he pulled the hammar back a second time. A fist slammed into the back of the man's head. The gun clattered to the ground.

"Get out of my house!" Dick spun the intruder around, sending fist after fist into his face. Stephen struggled to his feet, breaking for the door. Dick watched the man leave, then turned to Barbara. "Barbara...."

She smiled at him weakly, then closed her eyes.

[Coran]

Batgirl,
It took me a while to catch up on my reading, but now that I have caught up, I only have one thing to say.

PAR EXELANTE!

Keep up the great work.

[BeastBoyWonder]

Wow! I wonder if Babs is gonna die...

[Batgirl]

I know, my bad.... Here you thought it was going to be Part 12. THe good news is Part 12 is underway. The bad news is that graduation is under three weeks. This means all my teachers want to load me down with homework and reports. They think it's funny. I'm not laughing. There shouldn't be too much more after this. Once summer hits posting should be more regular. Please keep reading. More is on the way. Think of it as gaining a virtue. ;) C ya around.

-BG

[Batgirl]

In a small room in Gotham General ER medics worked frantically to save one of their own. A blonde woman dressed in full police uniform was talking with the deeply shaken doctor. "Did you get his name?"

"No"

"Did you see his face?"

"Briefly"

"Could you identify him?

"I'm not sure"

"Are you sure of anything?"

"I'm telling you what I know!" Dick cried out, at wits end.

"If you want us to help you you've got to help us" The blond woman replied.

"Look, my house was just broken into, a man tried to kill me, and my friend was shot when I could do nothing! I'm trying to tell you everything I can... But right now it's all a blur" Dick was trembling all over. Shouts were coming from the room where the injured nurse was taken. Dick tensed, looking in the direction of the noise.


"Where is he?" A pleasant voice with a Spanish accent sliced through the air. It sounded alarmed. Dick felt his heart drop as a black haired woman pushed through the crowd. The blonde officer slowly different back into the masses. Dick turned back to her, startled to find her missing. He ran to the information desk.

"Have you seen a blonde woman around here?"

"Take your pick" The receptionist waved to the crowd, where at least ten blond woman were standing about, some nurses, some patients. Dick sighed with disgust.

"No, she was-"

"Doctor Richard Grayson?" The accented voice was directly behind him. He turned to see a finely polished Spanish officer. Her eyes held concern, but her face conveyed little emotion. Dick swallowed.

"Yes?"

"I'm Commiss-"

"I know who you are" Dick replied, irritated. "What do you want?"

"I want to help" Came the woman's cool reply. She seemed unimpressed. "And if you want me to stay I suggest using a little more respect"

"Look, I've been through a lot today and it's not getting any better. I just spent twenty minutes being questioned by one of your officers!"

"What?" Renee looked at him, puzzled.

"One of your officers was talking with me, now she disappeared!"

"What did she look like" Renee's pen and pad were out and ready. "To the best of your recollection and detail, describe everything you can"

"She had blue eyes, kinda wide and child-like, blonde hair pulled back into a bun, maybe a little over five and a half feet... She had glasses, small wire framed one, and sort of an odd voice..." Dick put a hand to the back of his neck, a nervous habit. Renee looked at him, now clearly concerned.

"How so?"

"It was kinda squeaky... Like Adelaide's in Guys and Dolls. She would have been perfect for the role..." Dick bit his lip and began to fidget. Renee swallowed hard. "What's wrong?"

Without answering Renee turned to several officers. "I want you to be on the look out for a woman posing as a cop. Five and a half feet, blonde hair, blue eyes, fair skin- answers to the name Harleen Quinzel. I want people on it NOW!"

The officers nodded and immediately went to work. Some questioned possible witnesses, while others went to look for the person. The doctor stared at her. He put a hand on her shoulder. "What's wrong?"

"I believe the woman you were speaking with was not an officer but someone who could be connected to your attempted murder" Renee turned back to the doctor, scratching several notes down. Dick gave her an odd look.

"What was that name again?"

"Harleen Quinzel"

"I've heard that name before- She works with the Wayne's!" Dick felt his stomach drop. Renee jotted the fact down. Dick turned to the receptionist. "I need to use your phone... NOW"

"But sir-"

"This is an emergency! Don't argue!" Dick grabbed the phone and dialed a number in record time. Renee opened her mouth to protest, but stopped, thinking the call might help. After two rings a man answered. "Hello? Alfred? I need to speak with Bruce. Please... Look I don't care if he's busy, this is important!... Thank you... Yes, Thank you Alfred"

* * *

Alfred walked into the den where Selina and Bruce were caught up in The Return of the Gray Ghost. Both were breathless as the hero crept around a corner, the Crazy Clown ready to spring. Alfred cleared his throat. "Master Bruce?"

"Yes Alfred?" Bruce turned, grinning ear to ear, just like when he was a child.

"You have a call"

"I'll call back later" Bruce turned back to the film, slightly annoyed.

"It's Doctor Grayson"

"What?!" Bruce spun around. "I'm on it!"

Without effort Bruce sprang over the back of the couch, running for the phone. Selina looked up at the butler, worried. "What happened?"

"He said it was important, nothing more"

"I'll check the local stations" Selina stopped the movie and flipped on the t.v. A news bulletin was flashing across the screen. Sumer Gleason was standing outside of a familiar hospital. Selina felt sick. "Oh my god..."

* * *

"We're outside of Gotham General this evening, the scene of tragedy in the making. Rising star and nurse Barbara Gordon was shot earlier this evening at the home of a friend. The full details are not out yet, but several sources say that she was visiting Doctor Richard Grayson at the time... How he is related to the incident is still unclear. You may remember Ms. Gordon from a story several years back when the death of her father, the late Commissioner James Gordon, caused her to drop out of the police academy..."

"Yes, I see the broadcast!" Napiar screamed into his phone line. Harvey was pacing the room frantically, flipping a coin over and over. "Harley, I don't care if he doesn't know anything! I just want him dead!!!... Yes!... Fine..."

Jack slammed the phone down and turned to Harvey, who was still flipping the coin. He dug his fingers into the table. "Would you stop that? It's grating my nerves"

Harvey stopped, turning his cold, steel eyes top his partner. Suddenly the coin was speeding towards him. Jack jerked to the side, just in time. Harvey grinned coldly. "Sorry, Jack... Nerves..."

"What do you think will happen to us?"

"We're clean, don't worry... It's Stephen their after- and he won't talk"

"You sure?"

"Positive" Harvey replied with a dark smile.

* * *

"I'm on my way" Bruce put down the phone. Alfred was standing beside him, his eyes filled with sadness. Bruce turned to his butler. "We're going to Gotham General... Barbara's-"

"I know sir" The butler replied quietly. "It's all over the news"

"Don't wake Mom and Dad- they need their rest. Just leave a note"

"Yes sir" Alfred began to scratch a few words down on paper, Bruce went to get the coats. Selina just sat on the couch, watching the story unfold. A large pit had formed in her stomach. Barbara had told her this could happen, but she hadn't done anything yet. Now it could be too late. Selina buried her face in her hands and began to cry.

* * *


"Anything else I should know?"

"I can't remember anything else" Dick said softly. They were both in a side room, with a cup of coffee on a table in front of them. Renee placed a hand on his shoulder.

"She'll be fine. She's a tough girl" Renee smiled. "I've known her for awhile"

"Really?" Dick looked at her with interest.

"Well.... Knew her... We haven't talked for a few years. Not since-" Renee stopped. She bowed her head, a tear slipping down her face. Dick inhaled sharply.

"Her father" He spoke the words reverently. Renee nodded. Every one in Gotham knew about the Late Commissioner Gordon. And every member of society had felt the impact of his death.

"After that she drifted away... I picked up a file on Harvey early last year. That moment changed my life forever. I thought he was a good guy- a hard worker, an honest lawyer... Then I began to read the case.... Someone was going to burn it- a few brave souls had gathered the information. Implied connections with the mob, murder, bribery- you name it, it was there... nothing that could put him away- not yet... all witnesses refuse to testify or disappear- only to be found in the river. You're messing with a dangerous man" Renee looked the doctor straight in the eye. Dick stared at her a moment.

"We live in a dangerous town Commissioner..." Dick's voice was soft, but firm. He added a line under his breath. "And it's time some one did something about it"

"I try my best doctor" She said weakly. "but I can't do this alone"

"You shouldn't have to" Dick looked out into the hall, his eyes distance. Memories filled his mind. His parents, Leslie, Barbara... It was time for someone to look out for the innocent. Someone to strike fear into the fears of criminals. Someone who could do what the law could not. "I need some air. Look after Barbara. I'll be back"

"Dick?" Renee looked up in shock as Dick left the room. He seemed a thousand miles away, deep in thought. Renee thought about what he had said and nodded. She would make sure her friend would be safe.

* * *

Steve pounded on the door of the District Attorney. "Harvey, open up!"

A small panel slide open. Jack peered through. "Yes?"

"Let me talk to Harvey"

"What's the magic word, Stevie?"

"Jack, this is important!

"We saw your little screw up on the news"

"It wasn't my fault! Jack, ya gotta believe me!"

"Get out of here before the police find you!"

"Where should I go?" Sirens blared through the empty streets. Thunder rolled in the sky above. A cloud of darkness fell over Gotham.

"Where all dead men go, Steve- now get out!" The panel shammed shut. Steve stumbled back, staring at the door. It was a phrase that all thieves knew- and in this type of situation there was only one place to go. Underground. Steve turned and ran to his car. It started for the hospital.

* * *

In the lull before the storm Dick began to walk down the streets of the dirty city. He liked the rain. It had a way of making things pure again- washing away the sins and starting anew. He thought about his life; what had happened, what was happening, and what was going to happen. He thought that he had it all figured out. He'd become a doctor, help innocent people- it had worked to a point. But the real problem in Gotham wasn't illness, at least, not physical illness. Dick had originally thought of becoming a police officer- but his "parents", being the adoring couple the Wayne's were, would never allow their precious child to join such a dangerous profession. They had lost one child to violence- or so they thought- they were determined not to make the same mistake again.

"Richard, dear, please... You can help people by being a doctor. Think of all the gang members you can reach out to" Martha had said.

"Gangs aren't the only problem here" He had protested.

"Darling, Gotham's problems are not your problems"

"But what happens when Gotham's problems become my problems?" Dick asked. Martha paused a moment, then looked at him.

"Keep to yourself and they won't"

Dick couldn't blame her. Martha had just wanted to protect him from harm. He had become a doctor not only to help strangers, but to help Bruce. He saw the pain that the Wayne's went through- while they loved him as any parents could, they still had a little boy of their own, wasting away in a hospital bed. Dick had become a doctor to repay them for their kindness, hoping in some small way to give the joy back. But now Gotham's problems had come crashing down on his door. He could no longer look away- he could no longer ignore the growing danger in the city.

And for once in his life, Dick didn't want to. The city had had their problems his, and now Dick was going to make himself the city's problem- more importantly, he was going to make himself any criminal's problem.

* * *

A black car pulled up to the hospital, the passengers piling out. Selina and Bruce headed for the nearest nurse's station. Alfred went to park the car.

Selina held up her hand at the door. She ducked inside, emerging several minutes later. Bruce looked at her, his eyes filled with concern. Selina looked ready to cry. "Room Four thirty-two, let's go"

The two took the elevator up. Guards were standing outside of Barbara's room. Selina told the guards she was a nurse, and both showed identification. The room was quiet, softly lit, almost sacred. Barbara was in a coma, tubes running from her body. Selina whimpered softly. Bruce put a hand on her shoulder.

"She told me about Harvey... How he treats her... I was trying to help..."

"It's ok, Selina... It's going to be ok"

"Bruce?" The two turned, startled. Commissioner Montoya stood at the door. "I've been here for nearly two and a half hours"

"Where's Dick" It was more of a statement than a question.

"I don't know... he went for walk"

"Two and a half hours ago?" Selina asked, her eyebrow arched. Renee nodded.

"He hasn't come back yet?"

"Not that I know of"

"Where could he be, Bruce?" Selina's eyes shimmered in the light.

* * *

Dick stared up at the ropes, his mind wandering. He was soaked to the bone. Everything hurt- his mind, his body, his heart. He was angry, lost- hoping to find that little shaft of light at the end of the tunnel. But he hadn't found it yet. The large arena was dark, empty, forgotten. Not like it was twelve years ago, that night. That night it had been pack. That night the air crackled with excitement. That night had been perfect- until....
Lightning forked the sky, a peal of thunder rocked the earth. The brief strike illuminated the tent, revealing a broke rope that had been used in an ariel act. Dick flinched. They were the best, unmatched throughout the world. Daring feats without a net, the act had been flawless. Until one man came to collect on a debt. Haley was a good man, but had made several poor choices. The debt had been paid, but not in money. Dick felt tears slipping down his face. Lightning forked the sky again.
He stared at the wall, an old paper still hanging. After the 'accident', the site had been abandon, left as it was twelve years ago, preserving the events of that night. Dick approached the paper, pushing it up to reveal a poster. He caught his breath. It was old advertisement for the circus reading:

Upon wings take flight,
Come to be filled with delight,
Under the Big Top's spotlight,
At Haley's Circus tonight!

In the center the performers stood with smiling faces. Dick gently placed his fingers on the images. He had seen that ad the night his parents were killed. It was one of his best pictures. Energy seemed to flow through him, as though he was brought back to that night. He could hear Haley with his megaphone, calling attention to the opening acts. His eye's drifted to the first line, Upon wings take flight... Thunder rolled again.
He looked at the costume he wore in the picture. It was black, with a light blue bird across his chest. His mother called him Jay. His mother had said that his eye's reminded her of the bird's color when he was born. He adopted the symbol, wearing the color proudly. His father had a love of the more fierce winged beasts- eagles, hawks, owls. His father had proudly said his son had the eye's of a hawk. Together the traits had become a short of symbol for him. Dick's eyes flickered.
A hawk was always vigilant, taking its prey by surprise. It would be the perfect for the job he was about to take. Of course, he would need a mask. Taking the law into your own hands wasn't looked upon fondly by the police. Dick turned and went out into the storm. Gotham had experienced many storms in the past, but it wasn't prepared for the one that he was about to unleash.

* * *

Renee looked up from her coffee cup. Selina was fidgeting next to Bruce. He sighed loudly. He rose from his chair, beginning to pace about the break room. Alfred was in Barbara's room, keeping watch. He knew that Master Dick had cared deeply for the girl, and it was his honor to be trusted with her watch. He would keep her safe until Bruce returned. Bruce growled softly. "Where could he be?"

"He'll come back"

"She needs him, and he runs off...." Bruce suddenly thought back to his "dream" life, as he now called it. Now he knew how Dick had felt.

"He needs time Bruce, he was there... I think it shook him up pretty bad"

"I'm sure it did. Seeing someone you care for cut down will always leave a mark on your soul... It's like a scar- you always carry it with you" Bruce's eyes filled with a strange mist. He remembered his dream. His eyes watered. He would never let his parents come to harm. Never.

"Bruce"

"Yes, Selina?"

"I'm going to check on Tim. They say he's unconscious, but he should know..."

"Tim?" Bruce looked at her, his heart skipped a beat.

"He's gotten worse. He needs the transplant"

"So much pain.... Does it ever end?" Bruce shook his head. "Go. Tell him Bruce says hi, and when he gets better we're going to a movie"

"Bruce, I don't think he's going to get better" Selina bit her lip. That was hard to say. Bruce's eyes filled with fire. He looked at her.

"He's going to get better... There's still hope"

Selina didn't say anything. She just turned and walked out of the room. Renee watched her go. She admired the woman. She knew about reality, and when people didn't have a chance. She had seen the worst crashes, a wound that punctured a vital organ, over doses of lethal drugs- but every now and then, something unexpected would happen- a miracle. She believed in miracles, and now would be the perfect time for one.

* * *

A man in a trench coat softly closed the door to the boy's room. He looked at the boy with sorry eyes, sniffling. The boy was motionless, lost in a dark world of dreams. The child looked like an angel. The man's voice trembled. "I'm so sorry Timmy.... I didn't mean for this ta happen.... I never wanted to leave you"

The boy remained still. The man continued on. "I love ya more than anything, you know that don't ya?" He smiled. "Course ya do... That's why I gotta go... You'll be better on yer own. Make me proud. Don't be like you're old man.... You're gonna do something good with yer life, I know it!"

A host of nurses passing by the door caused the man to start. He had to go, it was dangerous to be in public. He kissed the boy's forehead. "I'm leaving now Timmy... I love you. Don't try n' find me. Try ta think kindly of me. I done alot of things wrong. Maybe you'll forgive me someday..."

The sound of footsteps could be heard approaching. He took one last look at the boy. He wiped away a tear from his eyes. "Good bye Timmy... Don't forget me"

The man quickly went to the door and opened it. He visibly paled to see a lovely dark haired nurse staring at him. Their eyes met for a moment. The man gulped. "Sorry Ma'am... I was just leaving"

"Who are you?" She demanded.

"The boy's father... Just checking on him. I was just leaving" Stephen Drake pushed past her, trying to act calm. The nurse watched him. She proceeded quietly into the room. The boy was quiet, appearing more of a corpse than a live, breathing human. She went to his side, taking a seat. She gently brushed back a stray lock.

"Hi, Tim. I'm Nurse Kyle... Selina to my friends. I know Barbara.... You could say we're pals" Selina felt ackward, as though she was meeting him for the first time, and he were awake. She smiled. "You're such a handsome boy. You're dad's lucky to have you..."

She gently stroked the boy's hair. "I'd give anything to have a boy like you someday...." She sighed quietly. "Barbara would like to be here, but.... Well. Tim, I'm afraid I have some bad news... Barbara was hurt- badly..."

Selina sniffled, and got up. She put her hands to her face, muffling a sob. She tried to regain her composure. A soft, whisper came from behind. "Dad?"

Selina spun around. Two large, cloudy eyes were staring up at her. Selina felt her heart break. He had the most beautiful blue eyes she had ever seen, even in their current state. The blue orbs met the woman's green eyes. His voice was weak. "Wha- what's happening? Who are you?"

"I'm Nurse Kyle. Selina, please"

"Where's my dad? He was here..." Tim said softly. He looked about the room. Selina sat next to him, gently taking his hand. He looked at her.

"He left sweetie. As I came in"

"Why are you here? Where's Barbara?" He sounded like a frightened child- which would be true at this point. Selina felt a knot in her throat.

"Tim, honey... Barbara- Barbara...."

Tim stared at her a moment. His eyes were solemn. He remembered. "She's hurt... That's what you said"

"Yes" Selina replied softly. Tim swallowed.

"Is she going to die?"

"Not if I can help it" Selina smiled at him. Tim smiled at her.

"She'll be okay.... I know she will"

"Of course" Selina tried to keep up the front. Tim spoke softly, his voice calm.

"There's always hope" He paused. Selina stared at him. "That's what she told me"

"She's right" Selina answered quietly. Tim shrugged.

"She told me that before I got worse... She wants me to live- but I'm so tired" Tim yawned, his eyelids drooping. Selina kissed his forehead.

"Then sleep little one. And when you wake up, everything will be okay"

Tim smiled at her and closed his eyes. He sank back into dreams, while Selina quietly left the room. As she walked, the man from Tim's room came into her mind. He was certainly in a hurry. And his clothes. Nobody wore a trench coat- unless they were trying to hide something. Her steps quickened. The man was nervous. And his face... She had seen it somewhere.... She turned the knob, the door opened. Renee looked at her.

"Selina, what's wrong?"

"A man just left Tim's room. I've seen him before- he was with Harvey"

Renee was on her feet. "Did he give a name?"

"He said he was the boy's father" Selina's voice was distant. She sat down absentmindedly. Bruce watched her, suddenly feeling uneasy. Renee grabbed her phone and hit several buttons.

"Lieutenant, I want all entrances sealed off. I want every person checked- look for a man named Stephen Drake... What? I want every squad on him right now! Yes. I'm on it" Renee looked at Bruce. "Stephen 'Shifty' Drake. Charged with several D.U.I., robbery, and attempted murder. We've found our man"

* * *

Dick was closed the door to his house, quietly creeping up the stairs. He made his way to the attic, where he kept several old boxes. The lid slid off one of them and he reached inside. He pulled out a bundle, then threw it on the bed. He began to rummage through dresser drawers, gathering several items together. He tossed them on the bed, next to the bundle. He stared at it for a moment. Then he took off his shirt, throwing the wet mass onto the floor.

* * *

A small, red sport car darted down the streets of Gotham. Hot on its trail were four or five police cars, sirens screaming. The red car ducked down alleys, ran red lights, even crossed into on coming traffic. It seemed nothing could stop it. But the sirens were persistent. They tirelessly pursued their prey. In the end it was not the hunters that brought the car to a stop, but mother nature. The roads were slick, and the winds wiped about the streets. The red car hit a patch of water, swerving several times before jumping breaking a metal barrier and falling two stories into the pavement below.

[Coran]

So in this story, Dick is going to become a costumed vigilante first huh... but I do still notice however that Bruce still remembers all his training and he's still in top physical form. Obviously he'll have to step in and help Dick, possibly even train him some... I am curious to see how this works out. I love how you brought in the Nightwing costume though. Great connection. Keep up the good work!

[BeastBoyWonder]

Nice to see you adding to this story again... this is so awesome! I especially loved the description of Harley and the way that Nightwing might possibly be introduced into the story. This is a great reinterpretation of these classic characters in a completely different environment, and I think that the whole concept is really cool... can't wait to see more.

[Batgirl]

Sorry this has gone so slow. I'm working on thirteen. It's going to be very... well. I'll surprise you. But I want it to be good. Oh, and uh.... Yesterday- I GRADUATED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HAHAHA!!!!!! NO MORE HIGH SCHOOL FOR ME!!!!!! So, in short, I'll have much more time. I'M A COLLEGE GIRL NOW! YIPPIE!!!!!

[BeastBoyWonder]

Sorry this has gone so slow. I'm working on thirteen. It's going to be very... well. I'll surprise you. But I want it to be good. Oh, and uh.... Yesterday- I GRADUATED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HAHAHA!!!!!! NO MORE HIGH SCHOOL FOR ME!!!!!! So, in short, I'll have much more time. I'M A COLLEGE GIRL NOW! YIPPIE!!!!!

Congratulations! I've got about a week left, so I'm gonna be there soon...

And don't worry about the timing... all good things take time... and as you said yourself, quality is better than quantity.

[Batgirl]

Hey Steel, congrats to your end too!

Now, about the story.... Ok, I have about five stories planned to go out this summer. Two sequels (yes two! To QoI and Link), two short shots (one five part and one seven part), and a one shot. I have to type up the one shot, and am currently on part four out of seven. I don't want to post the seven part story until it's all typed (so it will go faster).

The progress is coming along for this story. Part 13 is still in the planned out stages, but I'll begin typing it tomorrow. However, I have the rest of the story planned out- it's 25 parts and an epilogue. And I think it's going to rock. I almost killed Tim- but he's too cute. He gave me those big eyes and I just couldn't do it! I have several deaths in the story, and well, let's say it has several twists to it before it all comes crashing down. I think you all will like it. :) If all goes well 13 will be up and running by next Monday. So, for those of you who are waiting, hang tight! The story's end is on the way!

-BG

[Batgirl]

Disclaimer: Thank Sarah McLachlan for the lyrics. :) Now:

Spend all your time waiting, for that second chance,

The doors of Gotham General flew open as medics worked frantically to save a dying man. Doctors ran along side the rolling bed, shouting orders and numbers to nurses tending to him. Stephen Drake stepped back as the crowd rushed by. He stared in awe at the scene around him, walking the halls in a dream like state. The last thing he remembered was taking a turn hard, with the cops behind him.

* * *

Barbara looked around nervously. It was dark, but warm. A great forest surrounded her, with paths leading in several directions. Tears streamed down her face. She felt alone and afraid, but most of all, she felt lost.



For a break that would make it okay,

One of the doctors brushed beads of sweat away with his hands. The normal procedure wasn't working. The nurse across from him took a pulse. She looked up, worried. "Doctor, he's fading"

"Get the panels" The doctor barked. Another nurse fled down the halls, yelling orders. The doctor felt himself shaking. "Come on buddy... Hold on... Just hold on"

Stephen looked at the man, not quite sure what was happening. He was surprised that no one had noticed him yet. Usually the staff would yell at him when he got too close. He looked down at the man the team was working so hard to save. A gasp escaped his throat. It was him!

* * *

Barbara took a deep breath, finally choosing a path to follow. It lead deeper into the darkness, the trees growing thick on each side. The path seemed friendly, serene, almost protective. Yet it held a certain sadness. As she walked down the soft gravel path, her fear lifted.



There's always some reason, to feel not good enough,

Stephen felt ill. He had never thought that it would end this way. He was going to die alone- nothing by a small time thug. He thought of his son. He would never see Tim again. Never get to go to a baseball game. Never see to see him go to a dance. Never get to see him graduate. For the first time in his miserable life, Stephen came to regret the choices he made. But now there was no more second chance. He backed away from his body, and falling to his knees he began to sob.

* * *

Barbara thought about her life. It had been so promising at first, but after her father she had lost the reason to live. She left her standards lower, allowing Harvey to take full advantage of her. He lorded his power over her, beating her into submission. But she didn't care. She had stopped caring when her father died.



And it's hard at the end of the day,

The monitor screamed loudly, the line going flat. The doctor screamed for the panels, his voice sounding like it was a thousand miles away. Stephen leaned back against the wall, arms on his knees. He watched the medical team scurry about like frightened animals. He watched his body shake from the jolts. But the damage was done. Stephen sighed, looking at the body. He felt tired. He wanted to go home. The doctor stepped back, staring down at the man. Then he shook his head. The man's voice was weak, "He's gone"

* * *

The thoughts wore away at her strength, and Barbara felt weary. The trees began to thin out, and small tuffs of grass began to appear. A small oasis seemed to appear out of no where. A stream fell from rocks overhead, then tripped down into the woods. Barbara went to the edge of the water and took a seat, gazing into the pool.



I need some distraction, oh, beautiful release,

Stephen rose to his feet and began to walk down the halls. He wanted to go to a place where he knew he could be happy. A place he knew he was loved. Stephen found himself outside his son's room, as if by magic. He walked through the door, going to the boy's bedside. A tear slipped down his cheek.

* * *

Barbara thought about the man she loved more then anything. A smile gently caressed her lips when she thought of her father. He was always there for her, encouraging her- challenging her to push her limits, to achieve more. He never stopped loving her, no matter what she had done. He was her friend, her teacher, her guide. He was her life.



Memory seeps from my veins,

Stephen gently brushed a strand of Tim's hair out of his face. He remembered the good times, when the boy was little. The pictures Tim would bring home from school to put on the frig. The Christmas that he got Tim a small wooden dog. He remembered the times when he was a decent man, working at minimum wage at a mechanic shop. Before he knew Harvey Dent. Before he became a cheap thug. Before he stopped being a father. Tears began to flow freely. "I'm so sorry Timmy.... I'm so sorry"

* * *

Images began to appear in the pool. Barbara smiled, tears trickling down her face. She saw her father, just home from work, swinging her up into his arms. The three year old girl held up a card, reading 'to the world's greatest dad'. He chuckled, giving the little girl a hug. Barbara remembered how he always kept the card on his desk. Then her father was watching his ten year old daughter go through her routine for the gymnastics tournament. He assured her that she wouldn't mess up, and beamed proudly when his daughter won first place. Barbara felt her heart leapt as she saw her father reveal the tickets to Haley's Circus. He had taken the night off, just to spend time with his 'little' girl, who was now thirteen. Barbara's hand extended towards the pool, gently touching the surface of the water.



Let me be empty, oh, and weightless and maybe,

A feeling of relief came over Stephen. It was like all his sins had been forgiven. He realized he was able to be with Tim now, one last time. He placed his hand over Tim's, thinking about how much the boy meant to him.

* * *

The images disappeared, sending ripples over the water. Barbara felt the weariness wash away, as though the recent events in her life had never happened. A warm feeling washed over her, and she smiled.



I'll find some peace tonight...

Suddenly the boy stirred. Stephen sighed quietly, watching his son open his eyes. The boy stared at him a moment, then smiled warmly. It was a smile of acceptance, of love. A special smile that only his son could give. When he saw it, Stephen knew that everything would be ok.

* * *

Barbara could feel him again. That security that only a father can bring. The kind that you felt when it was dark, and a 'monster' was under your bed. Somehow dad always knew how to scare it away. Barbara felt that if she turned quick enough, she'd see her father behind her.



In the arms of the angel,
Fly away, from here,

No words were spoken between the father and son. They just smiled at each other, enjoying the moment. It had been years since they had spent quality time together. Stephen was determined to have one final moment with his little boy.

* * *

Barbara sighed quietly, enjoying the warm atmosphere. She laughed to herself, thinking that she heard footsteps. Her laughter ceased when the sound grew louder. She kept her back to the guest, both afraid to look and yearning to see his face. It was a dream. It had to be. Behind her, a man gave a bittersweet smile.



From this dark, cold hotel room,
And the endlessness that you feel,

Tim closed his eyes, wanting the moment to last forever. It was strange. He knew that his father was gone, he could feel it- yet here they were. Stephen stood by his son's bed patiently. Tim pushed back the tears that threatened to fall. It was a dream, yet it was real, it was a moment when the two worlds met. He never wanted it to end.

* * *

The man watched the woman, hesitant. It had been so long... Would she remember? Of course she would, how could she forget... He was content to be near her again, to see her. The years had been tough on her, he could see it. He wanted to see her face again, to comfort her. He slowly approached her.



You are pulled from the wreckage,
Of your silent revelry,

Tim opened his eyes, meeting his father's gaze. He drew in a soft breath, his eyes shining. He took his father's hand, tears welling up in his eyes. "Dad..."

* * *

Barbara began to tremble. She could feel him approach. Then the sound stopped. She could feel him standing over her. Tears began to flow down her face again. She felt a hand on her shoulder. "Hello Barbara"



You're in the arms of the angel,
May you find some comfort here,

Stephen gently touched his son's face. Tim felt the tears roll down his cheeks. He knew his father was leaving, but he couldn't give him up. Stephen could feel his son's pain. He could feel his time slipping away. Suddenly the door to Tim's room opened and two nurses came in. Stephen stepped back, Tim released his hand. They held the other's gaze, trying to hold on to the moment. One of the nurse's spoke softly, telling him what a brave boy he was. The other slipped a mask over the boy's face. Tim felt himself grow sleepy, then slipped into dreams.

* * *

Barbara looked up, giving a soft cry. Jim knelt beside her, wrapping his arms around her. She put her head against his shoulder and began to sob. It had been such a long time. Jim closed his eyes. It felt good to be with his little girl again. Barbara pulled back, and the two stared at each other. Jim got up, knowing that time was pressing. He offered his hand to Barbara, who accepted it. He lead her to a path, which the two began to follow.



It don't make no difference,
Escaping one last time,

Tim looked around, finding himself in a serene glade. A forest stood guard, while a waterfall tumbled down rock overhead. Stephen motioned to a seat beside him, near a small pool. Tim leapt onto the rocks, joining his father. Tim began to laugh. he hadn't been able to jump for months. He got up and began to run around. There wasn't any pain. He could be a normal kid again. He turned to Stephen. "Dad! Look!"

* * *

Jim took his daughter into a beautiful garden. The two walked the paths, and laughed. Barbara had never felt happier. They talked about old times, avoiding the topic of his death. Jim motioned to a large stone. The two sat down, silent. It was enough just to be with each other again.



It's easier to believe,
In this sweet madness,

"It's great Timmy.... " Stephen smiled proudly. He wished that he could have realized the important things in life before his had come to an end. Tim did tricks for his father. He had rarely gotten his father to laugh. It felt good.

* * *

Dick walked into the waiting room. Selina rose, meeting him halfway. "How is he?"

"He's stable... They found a donor" Selina smiled weakly.

"Who?" Dick gave her a curious look. Bruce swallowed hard.

"His father" He replied solemnly. Dick stared at the man in shock. He took a seat, falling silent. Bruce began to pace the room, while Selina took a seat next to Dick. It would be a few hours before they would know anything. Dick would avoid asking how his father was going to donate.

* * *

Barbara smiled, breaking the silence. "Daddy, it's so good to see you again"

"I know honey, I've missed you too" Jim took his daughter's hand. "But you don't need to worry... I'm happy here. I want you to be happy"

"I try to be Daddy, but-"

"I see how Harvey treats you. You deserve better" He gently gave her hand a squeeze. Barbara felt a knot in her throat. "You have to go on with life"



Oh, this glorious sadness,
That brings me to my knees,

"Dad, how much time do we have left?" Tim took a seat next to his father. Stephen smiled sadly at his son. He took a deep breath, then replied.

"We have all the time in the world Timmy"

* * *

"Daddy, I can't move on! You were my life!" Barbara felt her heart breaking. She couldn't leave him again. It would be too hard. Jim sighed quietly. "I can't forget you!"

"I'm not asking you to. I'm asking you to go on living... I died that night, not you"

"A part of me died with you, Dad" Barbara wiped away a tear.

"But you're still alive! You're intelligent, beautiful, and I noticed that nice young doctor looking your way" Jim raised an eyebrow, giving a half smile. Barbara blushed, her cheeks turning a light pink. She always was shy when he talk to her about guys. "My life is over, but your life has just begun... Make something with your life. Don't let it be in vain"



In the arms of the angel,
Fly away from here,

Stephen's eyes grew misty. Tim looked at him with wide eyes. "Dad?"

"Timmy- It's time. I have to go now" Stephen placed a hand on his son's shoulder.

"But I don't want to leave you! Let me come with!" Tim felt tears slip down his face.

"It's not your time... Look Timmy. I know I haven't been the best example, but I want you to do something with your life! You're a good kid, you got a decent heart. You go and make something of yourself!" Stephen stood up. Tim watched his father start to fade.

"I will Dad.... I'll make you proud!" Tim wiped away his tears. Stephen smiled.

"I already am"

* * *

"Doctor Grayson" A surgeon came out of the operating room. Dick got to his feet.

"Doctor Reynolds?"

"He just got out of surgery. He's going to be fine" The man shook Dick's hand.

"Thanks Joe" Dick smiled, feeling better. Selina clapped her hands together, and hugged Bruce. Bruce gave a soft sigh of relief. Everything was looking up.

* * *

Barbara was silent. Thinking of her father's words. Her gaze wavered for a moment, but then she looked at him, smiling. "I know what I have to do Daddy"

"Just be good" Jim put his hand to her face. He seemed sad.

"Daddy, what's the matter?" Barbara grabbed his hand, worried.

"Honey, my time here is over..." Jim gave her a sad smile.

"So soon?" Barbara felt her eyes water.



From this dark cold, hotel room,
And the endlessness that you feel,

"I'm gonna miss you dad" Tim whimpered softly. Stephen smiled at the boy.

"I'll see you again... Someday"

"You promise?" Tim looked at his father hopefully.

"Promise"

* * *

"'l love you honey" The garden began to fade, and Jim became transparent. Barbara felt a knot in her throat. She forced a smile.

"I love you too Daddy...."



You are pulled from the wreckage,

Stephen faded away. Tim forced a smile through the tears. His father had never broken a promise. Ever. Slowly the world around him began to fade. Tim closed his eyes. He heard his father's voice. "I love you Timmy"

"I love you too Dad"

* * *

"I love you, Barbara" Jim smiled.

"I love you too" Barbara felt tears slip down her face. Jim disappeared.

"I'll always be with you..."



Of your silent revelry,

Tim curled up into a ball and began to cry. He hated the thought of never seeing his father again. The surroundings around him began to shift. The glade slowly dissolved into the darkness.

* * *

The doctors wheeled the motionless form past the three in the lobby. Bruce was at the boy's side instantly, carefully checking him over. Dick remained seated, preferring to stay out of sight at the moment. Selina followed Bruce. She looked at the man called Reynolds. "Is he-"

"He'll wake up within the hour" The man said. Dick quietly slipped away unnoticed.

"Thank goodness...." Selina and Bruce shared a smile. Bruce spoke up.

"We'll stay with him"

"Good. Believe me, when this kid wakes up, he's going to need a friend" Reynolds' voice was serious. His eyes held a mournful quality. "He's an orphan now"

* * *

Barbara watched the path slowly fade away. The garden was softly covered by the darkness. She closed her eyes, becoming one with it. Her tears dried, as though dabbed away by a gentle cloth. She was ready to go back.

* * *

The door to Nurse Gordon's room opened silently. Alfred kept a faithful vigil, his back to the newcomer. The man crept in, placing a hand on the old man's shoulder. Alfred, who had begun to doze, startled. He turned to see Dick. The doctor spoke quietly, "I'm back"

"Very good sir" Alfred nodded, then slipped out of the room. Dick stared at the motionless girl for a moment, then went to her side. He sat on the bed, looking down on her. He took her hand and smiled.



You're in the arms of the angel,

Selina was next to Tim, holding his hand. Bruce was at the window, looking out into the city. It was raining again, but there wasn't a storm. The sound of the droplets patting on the sill filled the room with a tranquil atmosphere. It had been nearly an hour, and the two were restless. Alfred was with the Commissioner. The boy stirred. Selina caught her breath. "Bruce!"

Bruce went to her side. Tim opened his eyes, half in a daze. Bruce smiled at him. His voice boomed gently. "Hello Tim"

Tim smiled at the man. He sounded like a small child, "Hey"

"Tim, there's something I need to tell you" Bruce's smiled disappeared. He swallowed hard, but decided that being straight forward was the best. "Your father-"

"I know" Tim cut in, his eyes turning to the floor. "I know"

* * *

Dick leaned down, pressing his lips against Barbara's. They were soft, warm to the touch. He lingered for a moment, memorizing her feel, her smell, her taste. He felt guilty. She didn't belong to him. He pulled back, and to his surprise, her eyes opened. A smile graced her lovely face, and her tired eyes shown. Dick's grip tightened, giving her his thousand watt grin. He spoke without thinking. "Morning Sleeping Beauty... did you rest well?"

Dick suddenly felt stupid. Barbara giggled, placing a hand to his cheek. Her voice was delicate and innocent, "I'm glad Prince Charming wasn't a just a dream"

Their eyes meet. Dick carefully leaned in, allowing their lips to touch. Barbara's hand moved to the back of his neck, drawing him towards her. Dick wrapped his arms around her, enjoying the moment. He pulled back, and nuzzled her. Barbara giggled, resting her head against his chest. She had never been so happy in her life. At that moment she made two vows- both inspired by her father. She vowed that his killer would die by her hand, and that she would never again return to Harvey Dent. Dick held her close, wanting to keep her in his arms forever.



May you find some comfort here...

Tim was laughing and talking nonstop. Selina, Bruce and Alfred were having a wonderful time. Tim was excited about finally being a normal boy again. Luckily, his father's kidney's were in good conditions. While Stephen Drake may have been a thug, he had lead a clean life. Tim didn't think of him too much, it was still too painful. He decided to focus on his future.

At the door of his room, a man watched with pride. No one saw him, or even knew he was there. Stephen smiled at his son, speaking softly, "You go and make something of yourself Timmy... I know you can"

The man turned and walked away, fading into the air. Tim seemed to sense the change, but said nothing. He silently vowed that someday he would make a name for himself. He would never forget who he was.

* * *

Jim looked down at his daughter, knowing what was to come. He was worried about her, but kept her in his prayers. It was up to her now, and he could do little more then watch. He liked the doctor. He knew things could go well between the two. He smiled at his little girl, whispering, "I'm always with you, Barbara"

Barbara closed her eyes, enjoying the warmth and strength in the doctor's arms. She could feel her father, and for once in her life she knew she wasn't alone. She snuggled closer to Dick. He kissed her forehead, pulling back so the two were eye to eye. "I'm never letting you go"

"Good" Barbara leaned foreward, bringing their lips together passionately.

[BeastBoyWonder]

Holy freaking crap! Its finally been updated, and I must say that this latest installment leaves me speechless!

::still speechless::


Erm, okay, now that I've regained my voice, time for the commentary:

I loved the disjointed, surreal atmosphere that accompanied the walking between the brink of life and death, I thought that was really appropriate... I'm just curious, is this the end of the story? It feels like a large portion of it has been concluded (very well), but I'm wondering if we'll ever get the answers to what exactly Bruce is doing there (maybe its a crazy dream?), and how the Harvey Dent / Jack Napier thing is gonna pan out. If the story is over, possibly a sequel? Anyway, fantastic job, and I really enjoyed reading this!

[Coran]

Cool story Batgirl... very cool. I love the way this is shaping up and I can't wait to see what happens next. Will Bruce finally take on the mantle of Batman so that he can bring to justice those who attacked Barbara? Will Dick go out and take them on himself before Batman shows up? Keep up the great work!

[Batgirl]

Note: I am going to be on a short leave to register at college beginning Wed, so there's not going to be much more on this before then. Before I go, I'll post Part 14, and say a few words about the story. To Steel: the answer to is this an end? is both yes and no. This story, which has evloved from a random whim to a fully developed story, has two phases. The first ends with Part 13. Part 14 is really the beginnign of the end, which is why it is titled Alpha. This puts into play the events that have slowly been building in the first phase. No one shall remain unscathed (except for Timmy, but let's not go into that). From this point on, things will change. Some characters will be introduced, and some will depart. As to who they are, well- I don't want to spoil any surprises. :) To Coran: Will Batman arrive? Look at the last line. :) Now, onward!

Part 14

Barbara and Dick talked into the early hours of the morning. Barbara felt like she could talk about anything with him- her job, Harvey, her dad. Dick was equally open with her. It was two hours before dawn when he finally left her room, when the staff finally kicked him out. Even a doctor had time restrictions. Barbara leaned back, unable to hide her smile. She wished that she could stay in his arms forever. He was so strong, loving, and most of all he was safe. He would never hurt her. Barbara closed her eyes, beginning to think of how Grayson would sound as her last name.

* * *

"Are you ok Tim?" Bruce smiled at the boy, who was struggling to stay awake. Tim yawned for the fifth time, but tried to cover it up. "If you're tired, I can go"

"No!" Tim snapped wide away, looking at Bruce frantically. "I don't want you to go!"

"But you need to sleep" Bruce placed a gentle hand on the boy's shoulder. "You've been through a lot in the last twenty-four hours"

"But-" Tim began to whimper, giving Bruce a puppy face.

"I'll come back tomorrow, I promise. And then we can talk about your future"

"Future?" Tim tilted his head to the side curiously. Bruce nodded.

"You may be an orphan, but you're not alone" He patted the boy on the head easily. Tim smiled, feeling tired again. Selina was asleep in the chair. Tim looked at her a moment, leaning back.

"Can you bring her tomorrow, too?"

"I'll try" Bruce replied with a chuckle. Tim snuggled back, closing his eyes.

"Good night, Bruce"

"Good night Tim" Bruce got up quietly and went to Selina. He tapped her shoulder. She stirred, and looked at Tim, now resting. She smiled, following Bruce out the door. They were silent all the way down the elevator. Alfred met Bruce in the main waiting room. The faithful handed Bruce his coat. Bruce and Selina looked at each other, unsure of what to say. Finally Selina spoke.

"I'm going home... I'll see you tomorrow?"

"I hope so" Bruce said, his eyes shining. "Would you like a ride?"

"No thanks. It's only a couple blocks from here. I'm used to walking" Selina put her hand to his face, smiling. "I've lived in this city for some time, don't worry about me"

"Good night Selina" Bruce put his hand over hers. She slowly drew it away.

"Good night Bruce" She turned quickly and walked to the door. She stopped a moment, then cast a smile his way. Then she headed out into the night. Alfred looked between the door and Bruce.

"Master Bruce..."

"Coming Alfred" Bruce turned his attention back to the old man. Alfred began to walk to the back entrance, Bruce in tow. Alfred began to chatter on about his parents and how they would be worried, but Bruce was a million miles away, his mind on the woman who had always slipped away. She was perfect for him, beautiful, intelligent. He wasn't going to lose her this time. This time things would be different. She would love Bruce, not.... Bruce shook his head. Batman hadn't crossed his mind for the several days. he pushed the thought into the back of his mind again, turning his attention back to Alfred.

* * *

Selina pulled her coat around her, forgetting to hold back the smile that danced across her lips. Bruce was wonderful- he was intelligent, oddly enough, he seemed a man more than a child, he was good looking, and he had a keen sense of humor. Selina frowned, her thoughts racing. She couldn't peruse a relationship with a patient. It wasn't professional. Forget professional, he was too good of a catch. Never before had she met someone that treated her with such respect. She gave a loud sigh, the smile returning. "Girl, you've got it bad..."

"All I care about lady is the money you got!" Selina felt a blunt object press into her back and a hand clamp down on her shoulder. She turned, coming face to face with a man with a ski mask. She gasped. "Cash and valuables! NOW!"

"Ok! Ok! You don't have to get pushy!" Selina began to rummage through her purse, hoping that she had enough to keep the man happy. He waved the gun at her.

"Come on! Hurry it up!"

"Don't you know that it's bad manners to hustle a lady" A cool voice came from above. Selina and her captor looked up to see a masked man clad in a black suit with a blue bird reaching across his chest loomed over them. The crook spat on the ground in the man's direction.

"And what do you think you are?" He raised the gun, pointing it at the unwanted attention. The man in the suit gave a 'tsk tsk' and scowled. Selina held her breath.

"Your worst nightmare" The man in the suit sprang, slamming into the crook's chest. The gun went flying, and the crook hit the ground. The crook rolled over and scrambled to his feet, whimpering, but the masked man was faster. He pounced on the crook, sending them both to the ground. Punches were thrown, the masked man finding his target quicker than his opponent. Finally the crook fell back to the ground unconscious. The masked man stood over him, panting. Maybe this wasn't as easy as he had thought....

"Wow, that- that was incredible!" Selina, who had watched silently, finally came forward. The masked man looked at her, rising to his feet.

"Are you all right miss?" He brushed himself off, suddenly feeling ackward. She approached slowly, thoughtfully. She put her arms around his neck, her brilliant green eyes shining.

"I am now handsome" She purred softly. Her savior swallowed hard. She gently traced the young hero's jaw line. "And what might your friends call you?"

"Uh...." The man was silent for a moment. He hadn't thought of a name. He didn't think he would need one so soon- at least he had hoped he wouldn't. He was thinking he would pick one up from the press. His thoughts turned back to his muse. Upon wings take flight, Come to be filled with delight, Under the Big Top's spotlight, At Haley's Circus tonight! Wings- the wings of night.... He smiled. It could work. He straightened up, gazing down at the woman. "Nightwing"

"Nightwing, huh?" Selina arched an eyebrow, giving him an amused look.

"Yea" The masked man nodded, trying to appear more confident then he really was. Selina giggled softly, leaning closer, her voice becoming more alluring.

"I like the sound of your name- Nightwing"

"Thanks" He replied sheepishly. The crook moaned and the two looked down at him. Selina scowled and slammed her foot into the crook's gut. The crook gave a loud muffled cry and slumped back down. "I have to go. The police will be here for him any minute"

"That was awful brave of you to help little ol' me" Selina cooed, running her fingers through his long black hair. Nightwing shifted uncomfortably. He wasn't used to this.

"It was nothing, rea-" Nightwing was cut off when Selina brought her lips against his. His eyes widened for a moment, then the woman pulled back. He opened and closed his mouth a few times. Selina put a finger to his lips.

"I'm a big girl, don't worry about me" Selina pulled back, and gently nudged his cheek with a playful punch. Nightwing gave her a less then convinced look. "My house is right up the block. I can get there without any more trouble"

"You sure?" Nightwing asked innocently. Selina nodded with a sly smile. She placed her hand on his cheek, her eyes glittering in the night.

"See you around handsome" Selina turned and continued on her way. Sirens filled the streets. Nightwing watched her go, still wired from the kiss. Maybe this hero thing wasn't so bad after all...

"Oh, my poor head" The crook pulled himself into a siting position. He looked up, and gave a loud cry when he realized that he wasn't alone. Nightwing glared at him. He reached down, grabbing the man's arm. "Please! Please don't hurt me!"

"No? I'm sure that you weren't stopping that woman to offer her a helping hand"

"Please! I got a family! Two kids!" The man started to cry. Nightwing tied the crook's hands with some spare rope, making the knot tight.

"Maybe you should be a better role model" Nightwing started for the alley. The police were close now, time to exit stage left. The crook watched him go, gaping.

"What do I do now?"

The masked man stopped, then gave the crook a cold stare. "Wait for the police to arrive and cart you off to jail... This is my city now. Tell your friends that vengeance will come swiftly upon the wings of night. Maybe they'll be smarter than you were"

With that, Nightwing turned and slipped into the darkness. The crook stared after him in shock. The boys were never going to believe this one... A shadow passed quietly over Gotham, stopping at the home of Nurse Kyle. She was crawling into bed, then turned out the light. Knowing that his friend was safe, the shadow retreated to the Clock Tower, one of the highest spots in Gotham. He looked over the city and grinned. He could definitely get used to the hero thing.

* * *

True to his word, Bruce returned the next day. It was just after noon, and Tim was finishing his lunch of hospital meatloaf, dry fries and a delicious cup of chocolate pudding. The first thing Bruce noted was that the pudding was the only thing that was gone. A few fries had bite marks, and the meatloaf was untouched. Bruce took a seat on the bed. Tim smiled. "Hey Bruce"

"How are you feeling this morning?"

"A little tired"

"That's expected. You've only had a major operation" Bruce gently chuckled.

"Only" Tim replied with a hint of sarcasm. His eyes were shining.

"They're going to release you in a few days. Then you need to lay low for a couple weeks. Bit by bit you'll get better, and next August you can go back to school"

Tim was silent for a moment. "Well, sort of..."

"Sort of?" Bruce gave the boy a curious look. Tim's cheerful expression faded.

"I'm going to a state home. Everyone knows that kids who are orphans end up there. I'll get plenty of rest at first. The state will drop me in a nice home, but once I get better they'll put me somewhere that isn't as costly. I'll get thrown into the cheapest public school there is and probably end up on the streets when I'm eighteen" Tim clenched his fists. "And I'll end up just like my old man... A cheap thug without a future"

"It doesn't have to end that way" Bruce said gently. Tim looked up, his eyes filled with tears. Tim's expression was filled with anger and despair.

"Maybe you believe in fairy tales, but I can't afford to dream. I have to look out for number one- and that's life" Tim stuck out his jaw firmly. Bruce paused a moment.

"You need a family"

"I want a family, but-"

"Tim, what if... what if I said you could have a family" Bruce replied nervously.

"I'd say you're nuts" Tim laughed softly. Bruce shifted uncomfortably.

"Well, it's like this. I talked it over with my mom and dad, and they'd be happy to take you in. Of course, if you didn't want to-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa" Tim put up his hands, a look of shock on his face. "You mean, I could come live with you? At the Manor?"

"If you want" Bruce smiled at the boy. Tim gaped, his eyes wide.

"And you'd be my family?"

"Mom, Dad, Alfred, Dick, and I. Yes. We'd be a family" Bruce said with a nod. Tim was silent for a moment, then laughed happily. "What do you say?"

"When do I move in bro?" Tim's eyes were sparkling. Bruce laughed.

"Three days. I know you're going to love it"

"One question" Tim gave a lop sided grin.

"Yea?"

"Who's Alfred?"

Bruce laughed. "He's our butler"

"Whoa...." Tim looked astounded. "We have a butler?"

"Yup. If you think that's cool, wait until you see your room" Bruce and Tim began to talk about the Manor. Tim still couldn't believe his ears. Not only was he going to have a family, he was going to have a rich family- and a rich family that actually cared for him. Luck must have been his lady. He promised himself that he'd only get the best grades, and that he wouldn't let his father down. Someday he would be able to repay the Waynes for their kindness. He was sure of it.

* * *

Renee was going over a stack of papers in her office, her face solemn. It was the report about the late Commissioner Gordon. He had been like a father, always encouraging to push her limits. He had faith in her when no one else gave her a second thought. She remembered going to the lab, looking at his lifeless body. She had been angry. She wanted justice, but when the trail ran cold she was forced to abandon her search for the killer. Today she would give the file to his daughter. After all the woman had been through, it was the least she could do for Barbara. There was a loud pounding on the door. She made a face, knowing only one person who gave that so-called 'knock'. "Come in"

"Hey Commish. How's it going?" A large, unshaven office strode in with three donuts in his hand. She gave a disgruntled. At this moment he was the last person she wanted to deal with. Detective Harvey Bullock. The man was blunt, obnoxious, and a downright slob. He gave her a kind smile. "It's been a while, hasn't it?"

"Yea" Renee replied flatly. His smile faded.

"What's eating you?"

"Nothing Harvey. What do you want?" She didn't hide the irritation.

"I can to say hi" The officer's mood seemed to darken. He looked hurt. "I just wanted to check on you. You've been busy lately and I thought I'd try and cheer ya up- us being former partners and all"

"Look, maybe later okay?" Renee said, ignoring his pained expression. "I'm busy"

"You always are" Harvey grumbled. He nibbled on the edge of a donuts.

"Why don't you come back in a couple of hours and-" Renee began, hoping to drop the hint that she really wasn't interested in catching up on old times.

"What's that?" Harvey cut in. Renee froze, her jaw hanging open. The report.

"Oh, nothing... Just a file I was looking through" Renee tried not to panic.

"Oh?" Harvey approached the desk, tilting his head to get a better look. Renee held her breath. Suddenly Harvey's eyes widened. "Hey, it's Jim's case"

"I know Harvey" Renee replied dryly. He looked at her a moment.

"Ya know, he was one of the best..." Harvey's eyes clouded over a moment. "No offense to you or nothing, but he was a real gem. No matter what I did he always respected me. He was a real mentor. I always wanted to be like him"

Harvey looked down at his figure, his eyes taking on a sorrowful look. "I'm not even half the man he was. Never have been. He was a good man.... You know, he always had a kind thing to say to me?" Renee was silent. He had been there for several years when she joined the force. "I remember when he assigned us. He said, 'now Harvey, she may be a little wet behind the ears, but she's just as good as any man'. And ya know what Renee- he was right"

Renee felt a lump forming her throat. Bullock sighed heavily. "I know I wasn't a model partner, but I tried. Heh, I know it didn't look like it, but I honestly did try"

"Harvey-"

"Look, I know I wouldn't have been a first choice, but Jim always believed that we worked well together. And even though were not partners, I still feel that it's my duty- to well, watch over you and make sure you're okay... I may not be a lot of things, but I will never let a partner fall" Harvey paused, looking down at the donuts in his hand. He shook his head and tossed them in the trash can. He turned to the door. "I'll see ya later Commish"

"Harvey-" Renee began, but the door closed quietly. She gave a melancholy sigh, returning to her seat. Despite his faults, he was a good man. True to his word and loyal, he had stood by her at all costs. She remembered one incident in particular. It had been a stake out, and a rookie had been spotted. Fire was exchanged, she was hit. Bullock never let her side, even at the hospital. She had never seen him so scared. She gave a soft sigh. "I'm sorry Harvey"

A soft knock came from the door. Renee shook her head. She could deal with Harvey later. She straightened up. "Come in"

Barbara came in quietly. She smiled at the woman. "Hi Renee"

"It's been a long time hasn't it?" There was a brief pause. Renee looked around the room, smiling sadly. "I didn't change much. I couldn't. In a way, it made me feel like he was still here"

"In a way her is" Barbara replied with a weak smile. She sat across from Renee.

"I called you here to give you something" Renee gathered the report together. "I'd like to talk to you later on about the attack. You've given an affidavit?"

"Yes. I had it taken yesterday" Barbara's eyes locked on the papers.

"If all goes well, we could get the man who planned it"

"You don't think the man acted alone?" Barbara eyed Renee with interest.

"No. The man was a small time thug. He was hired"

"How do you know?" Barbara held her breath, wondering how much she knew.

"His record. Dick seemed to think it was a robbery. He's lucky you showed up, or he might not be with us" Renee said quietly. Barbara bit her lip.

"Robbery?" Barbara wasn't sure she heard right.

"Yea, he said that he had several valuable items"

"He told me you talked about Harvey"

"Well, you see, he mentioned that he had seen Harvey with you before. That he had been abusing you. He wanted to talk with Harvey, but I warned him about it. He thought I could follow up on it. But not now-"

"I won't talk against him" Barbara said defensively. Renee swallowed hard.

"I know. Most people won't"

"I broke it off with him... He didn't even go to the hospital"

"Well, that's a start" Renee gave a sad smile. "He was never your type"

"Guess not" Barbara replied weakly. "He, he wanted-"

"What is it Barbara?"

"He wanted Dick out of the picture. He was jealous..." Barbara shifted nervously.

"You think he hired Stephen?" Renee leaned forward, listening intently.

"Who?" Barbara gave her an odd look.

"The uh, man that attacked you" Renee quickly covered.

"What was his name?"

"It doesn't-"

"Look, don't I deserve to know who shot me" Barbara said in a soft, firm manner. Renee took a deep breath, thinking it over. "Please?"

"Stephen Drake" Renee replied after a moment. "That was his name"

"Drake?" Barbara felt her heart drop. Tim's father. She knew she had seen him before that night, but couldn't remember where. Then something dawned on her. "What do you mean 'was'?"

"He was killed in a high speed chase. His kidneys were good, so they gave him to his son. A patient of yours I believe" Renee put her hand to her chin.

"Yes... Tim Drake. He's a nice kid"

"Did you know the Wayne family is going to take him in?"

"That's wonderful news. He deserves it" Barbara smiled warmly. At least he would be taken care of. She had always loved the kid like a brother. "Renee"

"Yes?"

"Not to change the subject, but you said you wanted to give me something" Barbara's gaze returned to the papers in the officer's hand. Renee nodded.

"This is the report on your father" Renee gently handed the case to the woman. Barbara stared at the papers, trembling. There was a moment of silence. "I thought you'd like to have it. There's nothing more I can do, so I thought...."

"Maybe I could look it over?" Barbara finished weakly.

"You always were like your dad. Maybe you can find something we didn't" Renee looked out the window, unsure of what to say. Barbara was dumbfounded. At first it hurt too much. She had dropped out of the academy because it reminded her of him. But then she wanted to see the case, to know everything about his death. She kept every article or clipping she could. The report and the files composed from any investigation was considered police records, and out of her reach since she wasn't an officer. Even when the case was put away, with no leads, she had always hoped to look it over one day. "Of course the actual documents are sealed, but all of this is a genuine copy, word for word and unedited"

"The real thing" Barbara asked in a soft, hopeful manner. Renee nodded.

"It's all here" Another silence followed.

"Thank you Renee" Barbara held back the tears.

"If you need to talk- about anything, I'm always here" Renee put a reassuring hand on Barbara's. The young woman nodded. "I'll let you go... You probably have a busy day ahead of you"

"Yea... I'll um, keep in touch" Barbara got up. Renee escorted her to the door.

"Take care Babs"

"Don't worry about me. Everything is going to be ok now" Barbara placed a firm hand on Renee's shoulder, then she left the room quietly. She noticed a large officer by the donuts, looking depressed. She stopped, staring at him. "Bullock? Is that you?"

The man turned and nearly choked on his donut. "Babs? Little Babs Gordon?"

Barbara laughed and threw her arms around his neck. "It's been forever!"

"You doing all right?"

"Yea, I'm pretty good"

"Hey! Bullock!" The two looked towards Renee's office. "Got a minute?"

Harvey's mood brightened instantly. "Yea! Be there in a second!"

Barbara giggled. "I'll see you around?"

"Yea. It's nice seeing you again. Stop by more often" Bullock was already heading for the office. Barbara waved to him. "See you later Babs!"

"Bye Bullock!" A warm smile crossed her face was she thought back to when her father was alive. They had been an interesting pair. Bullock always respected Renee, treating her almost like a kid sister. The smile faded as her gaze returned to the papers in her hand. She often laid awake at night thinking about her father. She wanted justice. And if the police couldn't give it to her father, then she would- no matter what it cost.

* * *

Thomas looked up from his desk as Bruce entered the study. He had been going over a few bills, and sorting through the mail from the past several days. Bruce was intently studing the grandfather clock. A scented envelope caught the elder Wayne's attendtion. Thomas picked it up and chuckled. Bruce gave his father a curious look. "What's so funny?"

"Oh, Ronnie Veeland. She sent us an invite to a party of hers"

"Really?"

"Ms. Social... Throws a Halloween Party every year. It's fun"

"Is she having one this year?" Bruce tilted his head to the side in a curious manner. His father gave him a surprised look and chuckled.

"Of course. Would you like to go?"

"Sure"

"You'll need a date"

"I know who I can bring" Bruce gave a thousand watt grin. Thomas chuckled again.

"I'll put four down on the invitation"

"I'll call Selina" Bruce said, still grinning. Thomas gave his son a thoughtful look.

"Make sure you think of a costume"

Bruce chuckled softly. "Don't worry, I already know what I'm going as"

[BeastBoyWonder]

Whoa. Whoa whoa whoa this is frickin' awesome! I still can't get over the really neat twist of taking all of the characters that we're familiar with and contorting them into new situations. The last line about Bruce's appearance as Batman was pretty funny, although I have a sneaking suspicion about how all of that is going to end up. And Selina's attraction to Nightwing, damn, that was a really good idea that puts a unique and complicating spin on things! Let's just hope that Dick learns to keep his, erm, you-know-what in his pants.

And the part about Bruce adopting Tim was expected, but still cute.

Simply amazing... I can't wait to see where this all ends up. Just as Daughterof_Evil is the queen of handling plot development and action scenes, you can achieve the pinnacle of emotional manipulation very effectively. Good work and good luck. :harley:

[Coran]

Beautifully done as usual Batgirl. In some ways I'm still kinda surprised that Dick decided to fight against corruption before Bruce did, but in another way I'm not. I mean, Dick has been face to face with seeing the love of his life hurt. The only thing Bruce still has to motivate him at the moment is the memory of his "dream" of his parents being killed in front of him. But anyways, I am curious to see how this whole thing works out... and I'm especially curious to see whether Bruce gets any action while dressed up as the big bad Bat. :-) Keep up the great work.

[Daughterof_Evil]

Uh, wow. How could I have missed this for so long? This story has all my favorite things in it: the taut medical drama of ER, the fast-paced judicial world of Law and Order, not to mention some spandex for good measure. You've really got a handle on all the characters and their motives; I laughed when I read Selina's response to Nightwing's appearance. Some things never change, even in alternate realities.

Definitely cute putting Tim in the role of the ailing child, and ultimately heartbreaking that the only time his father admits his love for him is when his child is unconscious or he himself is on the verge of death. And now, after all the suspense and tears and sadness, a party! Gotta end things with a party! Fun!

But knowing this crowd it won't be just any party, so I'm eagerly awaiting the next part! And congratulations on collegedom!

[Batgirl]

"Are we there yet?"

"No"

"Are we there yet?"

"No"

"Are we there yet?"

"No"

"Are we there yet?"

"No"

"Are we-"

"Master Timothy, when we arrive I assure you you'll know" Alfred said, using all his strength to keep from strangling the young boy. Bruce was home preparing the last minute details. Thomas and Martha were thrilled to have another child. Selina was helping out up the welcome banner. Dick would arrive later with Barbara. Currently the boy was hopping up and down on the back seat of a fancy car. Alfred gave the rearview mirror an irritated look. "Are you buckled in?

"No" Tim gave the old man a thousand watt grin. Alfred sighed loudly.

"Young sir, put on that belt this instant!!!"

"Or you'll what?" Tim's eyes were sparkling. Alfred gripped the wheel, wanting nothing more then to wring the little sprat's neck. He regained composure. He thought for a moment, then smiled.

"Or I'll turn this car around and leave you at the hospital"

Tim's color went pale. He quickly looked around for the belt, clipping it in. He looked at the old man terrified. "I'm buckled in! See! See! Just please! I didn't mean anything! Really! I was playing! Don't leave me back there!"

Alfred pulled over, turning to the boy. He hadn't thought that the boy would take him seriously. Tim began to shake, his eyes filling with tears. He messed up. He was going back to the hospital- back to the state. Alfred took a deep breath. Tim began frantically, "I promise I'll be good! I didn't mean anything! I'll be good! Just don't send me back there!"

"Young Master, I do not mean to bring you back to the hospital. Had I known you were so sensitive about the issue I wouldn't have mentioned it. I did not mean to frighten you" Alfred smiled warmly at the boy. Tim fell silent, then relaxed. "I am sorry Master Timothy"

"It's ok.... you're pretty cool for an old dude. I should have known you were joking"

"I am not old Master Timothy" Alfred turned back to the road, pulling the car back onto the expressway. Tim shifted in the back-seat.

"Just call me Tim" The boy grinned.

"Of course, Master Tim"

"No, not Master Tim, just Tim"

"As you wish Master Tim" Alfred replied with a smile. Tim gave a loud sigh. This could take a while. Above them, overlooking the city a large mansion loomed. A banner reached across the doors reading, "Welcome Home Tim." Inside the Waynes and Ms. Kyle waited for the young guest.

* * *

"And right over here is the family room" Martha motioned to the spacious room before the small crowd. Tim was still speechless. A large fireplace warmed with room with a bright, cheerful blaze, and above the mantle was a portrait of Thomas and Martha. She sighed, somewhat displeased. "Thomas darling, we need to get a new portrait! I want all of my family in it!"

"I'll call the man who did it tomorrow. He's still in business you know" Thomas smiled at Tim. The boy gave him a sheepish grin, feeling shy. The old man beamed. "It will be nice to have all the boys with us"

"Will Alfred be in the picture?" Tim asked meekly. "He's family too!"

"Of course!" Martha chuckled softly when Alfred blushed. "It's so sweet that the two of you get along!"

"Why don't I show you your new room Tim?" Bruce finally spoke up. Until now he had been following silently, content to observe the newest member of the Wayne family. Tim's eyes lit up.

"Lead the way!" Tim bounced off after Bruce as they went up the main stair and down the various halls. They came to a stop outside of down the third hall. Bruce opened the door to reveal a dimly lit room. Bruce went to the curtains, pulling them back. Sun streamed in, illuminating the interior. Dark wood complimented the light walls, giving the room a pleasant feel. The view was perfect- rolling hills leading down to the woods. "Wow"

"My room's down the hall, three doors to the right. Feel free to visit any time" Bruce chuckled. Tim was silent. He looked at Bruce sheepishly.

"Is this really my room?"

"Yes"

"And this stuff?" Tim motioned to the desk, book shelf, and a stuffed puppy.

"It's yours"

"To keep?" Tim asked, his eyes wide. Bruce nodded. "Forever?"

"For as long as you like" Bruce gave him a gentle smile.

"Wow" Tim looked around the room again. His smile lit up his face. "I think I'm going to like it here"

"I know you'll like it" Bruce replied with a laugh. Martha poked her nose.

"Well? Does he like it?"

"It rocks!" Tim bounced over to the bed, scooping up the stuffed dog. He snuggled it close, his eyes shining. "I think I'll name the dog Maxwell"

"That's a cute name" Martha gave the boy a curious look. "But why Maxwell?"

"I dunno. I just like it"

"Well, that's a good reason.... Bruce, dear, have you picked out a costume yet?" Martha turned her attention to her number one son. Bruce grinned.

"Yea, I was going to get it today"

"Can I come with?" Tim looked up hopefully. Bruce nodded. "All right!"

"Where are you going?" Martha inquired in the normal Mom manner.

"The new place downtown. It's supposed to have plenty of things to choose from"

"Ok, but be back by dinner" Martha disappeared into the hall. Tim and Bruce exchanged a grin. Tim reluctantly put the dog down.

"You ready?"

"Let's go! Bye Maxwell!" Tim followed Bruce out the door, beaming. It was only his first day at his new home and he already had a room to himself complete with a new toy. He had never owned his own stuffed toy. For the first time in his short life he was happy.

* * *

"And then they swing off into the night! The day is saved once again by the dynamic duo!!!" Tim waved his spoon in the air, speaking through a mouthful of ice cream. Dick leaned back, an amused smile on his face.

"And what are the names of the dynamic duo?"

"Batman and Robin- there's also a chick who dresses like Batman and a guy like the one in the papers" Tim jabbed the spoon at an article about the newest headline about a masked man. There was no picture, but people were giving reports left and right of this man who was thought of as a myth, an angel, and a dark avenger. Dick looked at the article with a raised eyebrow.

"You know, some people will believe anything these days..." Dick folded the paper and threw it onto the chair beside him. Tim swallowed, staring at Dick in disbelief.

"You don't believe in him?"

"Oh come on! What kind of guy dresses in tights and runs all over the city at night? I mean, seriously, what kind of person believes in stuff like this?" Dick shook his head, looking doubtful. A little voice in the back of his mind laughed. his credibility was failing.

"Selina does! She's seen him!" Tim gave a slight pout.

"Look Tim, this is just a story made to entertain-" Dick looked up, stopping dead in his sentence. Barbara had just entered the ice cream parlor. Her hair was drawn back into a bun, and a finely cut black dress wrapped her body lovingly. Tim gave him an odd look, then turned around to see what was so important.

"Wow" Tim dropped the spoon, leaving the two remaining scoops to melt. He looked between Dick and Barbara. Letting his eyes rest on his long time friend, Tim gave a mischievous grin. "She's hot"

Dick gave the boy a disapproving look. Barbara located the two and grinned. Her body seemed to be surrounded by a soft, pale light drawing attention to her. She thanked the attendant and made her way through the crowd, all eyes going to her. Dick rose from his seat, extending his hand. "Hello Barbara"

"Hi Dick" She took his hand, then leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. Tim stared silently. He had never thought of his doctor and nurse getting together, but it seemed so perfect. Dick blushed deeply.

"Good to see you too" Dick gave a sheepish grin. Barbara giggled softly, her eyed shining. She put a gentle hand to his cheek, her face beaming.

"Sorry if I'm embarrassing you"

"You're not" Dick placed his other hand over hers. The small parlor began to buzz with whispers. Tim looked between the two, feeling out of place.

"Uh, you know.... I think I'll call Alfred. It's past my bed time" he got up, ducking into the hallway where the phones and bathroom could be found. Barbara watched him leave, an amused grin on her face.

"I'm so glad he's ok"

"We all are" Dick motioned to an empty chair beside him. Barbara put the newspaper on the table, glancing at the headlines. "Too bad Alfred is out"

"My, the press can't get enough of this Nightwing character can they?" Barbara gave a short laugh, scanning the front page article. Dick felt his heart drop.

"I think he's just a story. You know the press" Dick looked out the window.

"Selina doesn't think so. She's seen him" Barbara replied, starting to read.

"What type of guy runs around town in a pair of tights?"

"A good looking one- Selina said he had a body to die for" Barbara gave him a rather suggestive grin. Dick scowled, drumming his fingers on the table. Barbara giggled, giving him an odd look. "What are you so nervous about?"

"Why do you think I'm nervous?" Dick forced a smile. Barbara propped her chin up on her hand, eyeing him with interest. Dick suddenly felt uncomfortable.

"Because you always drum your fingers on the table when you're nervous"

"How would you know?"

"I'm not blind- we've worked together for a long time. Just because I dated Harvey doesn't mean that I didn't look at another guy" Barbara straightened up, her mood taking a darker turn. She not longer used the dollish voice, but her own sweet, somewhat sultry tone. Dick couldn't get enough of it. "I noticed you the first time Leslie brought you in. You know, the time you got your pant leg-"

"Yea, yea..." Dick cut her off, trying to avoid that incident. Barbara giggled.

"It takes a talented man to get his pant leg caught in the elevator door" Barbara went on, her eyes shining. "I felt so bad! You looked so embarrassed!"

"I wanted to die" Dick couldn't help but smile at the memory.

"I brought a pair of scissors from the station, and then Leslie introduced us... I thought that you had the most beautiful eyes I'd ever seen. And a smile that could chase away the darkest clouds" Barbara met Dick's gaze. She gave him a sly smile. "Your hair was short back then"

"You had arrived late to work- your hair was still wet from your shower. You said that it was being stubborn. You couldn't do a thing with it.... So you just left it down" Dick was lost in the memory, drowning out the rest of the world. Barbara blushed. "I thought you were the most beautiful woman in the world- I still do"

There was a brief silence. Both failed to notice the young boy with an embarrassed look standing next to the table. Tim looked between the two, then took a deep breath. He spoke sheepishly, "I really hate to cut in, but Alfred won't answer. i think he's out with Thomas and Martha"

"Where's Bruce?" The mood broke, and Barbara turned to the boy.

"With Selina" Tim's eyes sparkled with mischief. Dick glared at him.

"They're watching the third Gray Ghost movie" Dick explained. Tim snickered.

"Sure. And you and Babs are just friends"

"Tim" Dick replied sternly. Tim snickered again, his eyes dancing.

"Well, it's getting late. Better get him home" Barbara stood, messing the boy's hair slightly. Tim gave her an adoring look. She sighed happily. "It's good to see you on your feet"

"It feels good to be on my feet"

"Ok kid, ready?" Dick stood, giving Barbara a grin. She returned it.

"Yea. Been ready for the past fifteen minutes" Tim ducked around Dick's swat.

"I'll see you tomorrow Babs" There was an awkward pause, Dick eyeing Tim nervously. Dick shrugged it off and kissed Barbara, letting their lips met. Tim made a gagging noise. Barbara gently hit him over the head. Dick pulled back, beaming. "Good night Barbara"

"Good night Dick" She ran her fingers though his hair, holding his gaze. Tim cleared his throat, giving the two an annoyed look. Dick looked at the boy.

"Ok, we're going... Sheesh...." He gave the boy a gentle shove towards the door.

"See you Babs!" Tim called over his shoulder. As they walked out the door the two were arguing about something. Barbara giggled, watching them. When they were out of sight, her eyes returned to the newspaper article. She picked up the paper and left the parlor discreetly.

* * *

A shadow slipped past the dark windows of Wayne Manor. Every now and then it would stop to peer inside, before moving on. After moving from one particular window he stopped in his tracks, backing up. He arched an eyebrow, a smile lighting up his face. He slowly crept onto the sill and through the window. The figure in the bed stirred. The shadow paused. Suddenly the woman sat up, her eyes narrowed. "Who are you? What do you want?!"

"You should lock your windows. You never know who'll pop in" The shadow came forward, his arms up in a surrender manner. He saw the woman's green eyes shimmer and she rose slowly. A form fitting black lace nightgown with spaghetti straps hung to the middle of her thighs. Nightwing's grin widened. "I see that you're doing well"

"No thugs tonight handsome" Selina approached, putting a hand to his chest. She traced the line of the bird. Nightwing chuckled softly.

"Thought I'd drop in- just in case"

"You're sweet" Selina leaned forward, allowing their lips to meet. Nightwing felt her hands creep up around his neck. He slide his down to her waist. She pulled back so their gaze could meet. "The world needs more men like you"

Nightwing laughed. "Sure, more costumed freaks running around in tights"

"And who look good doing it" Selina giggled, pulling him close again. "Any chance that I could persuade you to stay? I mean, you never know who could waltz in"

"Well-" Nightwing was interrupted by the sound of shattering glass. The two turned to the door. He narrowed his eyes, moving forward. "Stay here"

"Where are you going?" Selina followed him to the door, stepping back as he opened it. He paused a moment, meeting her gaze.

"I'm going to see what's making all that noise. You'll be safer if you wait here"

"Good luck" Selina watched the man blend into the shadows. She gave a loud sigh, a huge smile on her face. She didn't notice Bruce standing several feet away. His expression changed from anger to concern.

"Selina, are you alright?"

"Bruce!" Selina nearly jumped out of her skin. "What are you doing up?"

"I could ask the same thing" he replied, a hint of bitterness in his voice.

"A friend dropped in to visit. He went that way- to see what was making all the noise" Selina couldn't look him in the eye. Bruce's deep voice was soft.

"I see. Well, if you don't mind. I'll be right back" Bruce started for the stairway.

"But Bruce!" Selina began to follow. He turned to her, giving her a sharp glare. She froze, staring at him. He had never given her that look before- she had never seen him give it to any one before.

"Stay here" The firm manner in which the command was given caused her to obey. She closed the door, leaning against it. She felt guilty, confused, and a little frightened. The command was so cold.... Not like his usually cheerful self. She silently slipped under the covers. She closed her eyes, pushing everything into the back of her mind.

Nightwing slide into the study unnoticed. A figure was perched onto of a desk, rummaging through the draws. He crept closer, preparing to strike. "You know, it's not polite to go through other people's things"

The figure shot upright, turning to him. Nightwing caught his breath. The figure gave a loud hiss, then darted to the open window. He followed, but the figure was too quick. It disappeared into the darkness. He arched an eyebrow, then ducked back inside. Bruce was waiting for him. Nightwing leapt down onto the desk, looking it over. Bruce spoke softly, "What's going on?"

Nightwing looked up, startled. "Uh, Mr. Wayne...."

"Cut the formalities and just answer my question" Bruce barked coldly. Nightwing stared at him silently. Bruce walked over to the desk. "Well?"

"Look, I know this looks odd but-"

"Skip the excuses. I saw you upstairs with Selina. I know you're not the one who did this. I want to know who's behind it and what were they after. Right now that's all that's important to me" Bruce cut the man off, giving him a cold stare. Nightwing shifted uncomfortably under the older man's gaze. For some odd reason he didn't like it when Bruce gave him that look.

"Ok, to start off, upstairs.... Nothing happened. She was attacked, I saved her. I was just checking in on her. Wouldn't you do the same in my position?" Nightwing studied Bruce carefully. Bruce didn't reply. Nightwing began to lose his nerve. he really hated that look. "As for who they are and what they wanted- that's still a mystery. But not for long"

"Oh?" Bruce didn't look impressed. Nightwing smiled at him.

"I'm going to find out. If you'll excuse me" Nightwing stood, ready to go.

"Nightwing, wait" Bruce seemed to lighten up. Dick turned, his eyes narrowed.

"How did you know my name?" He asked, his eyes narrowed. Bruce shrugged.

"Oh, I don't know- maybe it's just been all over the papers"

"Very funny.... Isn't it past your bed time?" Nightwing rolled his eyes.

"I'm old enough to choose my own bed time than you" Bruce snapped, a twinge of anger in his voice. "Look, I'm not happy about seeing you either, but I need to ask you something"

"What?" Nightwing gave him an impatient glare.

"Why did you come out here tonight? It wasn't for Selina- was it?" Bruce's voice was suddenly very gentle, almost concerned. Nightwing sighed, shaking his head.

"No. I didn't even know she was here. I wanted to look the place over. Your in a very complex situation Mr. Wayne- you and your parents. I don't have the proof yet, but the less time you spend with your accountant and attorney the better. Just keep away from them. You're parents don't know they're dealing with dangerous men"

"I know...." Bruce looked away, back towards the house. Nightwing gave him a sympathetic glance. "I'm worried about them. I don't want to lose them"

"I'll do everything in my power to ensure that no harm comes to them, I'll give my life if I have to" Nightwing replied solemnly. Bruce smiled. Dick had told him that in the hospital shortly after he woke up. Dick looked down. "They're good people- generous, caring.... they've always put others before their own needs. I won't rest until I know what's going on"

Bruce looked at the young man before him, suddenly seeming much older. He seemed worried, as if long years of pain had plagued him. "Good luck"

"Thanks. And don't worry so much. I'll be watching" Nightwing gave a small salute and sprang to the sill. In a moment he was gone, blending into the night again. Bruce watched him go, then closed the window. He paused a moment by his father's desk. He carefully detailed every thing that was now spread across it. Ronnie's invitation was still there. The party was three weeks away. Several legal documents, nothing out of the ordinary. Bruce sighed, heading for the stairs. He stopped as a shadow passed by the window. He turned just in time to see a bat fly across the moon. A voice seemed to echo in the back of his mind. The roads may be many, yet there is but one course for each, and it has a single end... A chill ran down Bruce's spine. He turned his back to the sight, quickening his pace up the stairs.

* * *

A finely dressed thug gave out a loud cry as he hit the wall. His employer, Oswald Cobblepot gave an irritated sigh. He gave the "guest" a disapproving look. A figure glared at him from the shadows. Oswald leaned back in his chair. "Can't hire a good hand these days, can you?"

"I suppose not" The voice hissed coldly. "But then I wouldn't expect a man like you to know the meaning of good"

"Wah, wah!" Cobblepot adjusted his monocle, studying the shadow. "Quite a sense of humor there! I like a sense of humor! Wah, wah!"

The shadow gave a disgusted sigh. "I know who you are"

"Everyone in Gotham knows, my dear" Cobblepot lit a cigar, puffing contently. "I am Oswald Cobblepot, the fabulously wealthy owner of the hottest club in town- The Iceberg Lounge"

"But better known as the Penguin- a ruthless lord of the criminal underworld" Slowly a form began to appear in the corners. Cobblepot choked on his smoke ring. He sat up, struggling to catch his breath. After several moments he regained his composure. A sly smile crossed his lips.

"My, someone's done her homework" His eyes glittered. He motioned to her. "Come closer my dear, let's have a look at you"

The figure slinked forward into the light. Penguin's eyes traced the lines that the light bounced off of. It was a woman clad in a tight, form fitting black body suit. A mask covered the top half of her face, her eyes covered by a type white lens of some sort. The mask had pointed ears. The light hit just the right areas, bringing out the woman's lovely shape. The old bird nodded in approval. Her rose colored lips carried a smirk. She put her hands on her hips, her expression becoming serious. "We need to talk Penguin"

"I'm all ears my dear" Cobblepot leaned forward onto his desk. A smoke ring seemed to illuminate his face in the dim light, giving it an eerie appearance. He motioned to a seat next to him. A soft moaning was heard as his thugs began to recover. The woman strode to the desk in a fluid motion, but remained standing. The thugs gave their boss a nervous look. He waved towards the door. The thugs nodded and left the two alone. "Begin at your leisure"

The woman glanced towards the doors, then at the man on the desk. "You have a chance to lead a perfectly normal, socially acceptable life- why risk losing it all to a life of crime?"

"My dear, this world is governed by two things- money and power. Money comes from my club, and power comes from my position as the Penguin. If you are going to amount to anything in this miserable existence, you must have both" Penguin puffed on the cigar. "A nice name helps...."

"You call Penguin a nice name?" The woman gave him an amused grin. "It's a fat little bird who can't fly and waddles around the arctic"

"And what do you go by?" Cobblepot glared at her, sounding insulted.

"Catwoman"

"It goes with the territory I assume" Penguin muttered, raising an eyebrow. He looked her up and down, admiring the costume. The woman nodded. "I see. What brings you here?"

"I want some information on a former client of yours" Catwoman shifted lightly.

"How much are you willing to pay?"

"Let's get something straight Penguin" Catwoman began to crack her knuckles slowly. Her eyes gleamed behind the lens. "I'm going to ask a few questions, and you're going to answer them. Then I leave. If you don't, things are going to get very... messy. Understand?"

"Now just a minute" Cobblepot rose from his seat hotly. "Who do you think you are? Coming into my home, my palace! And demanding things of me?! The Penguin! No one! And I mean no one- demands things of me!!!"

Catwoman scowled, springing across the desk. Before he could make a sound she had her claws around his throat. He gave a muffled squawk, his eyes wide. The woman's eyes were dark. She drew her face close to his, muttering softly. "Perhaps you didn't hear me. I ask the questions, and you answer. Now, are we clear?"

"Yes" Came a very high pitch reply. Catwoman smiled darkly.

"Good" Catwoman loosened her grip. "Now, let's begin shall we?"

* * *

Nightwing raced over the city, feeling his adrenaline crash through his veins. It was a marvelous feeling, being free from the world. The mask gave him something that money never could- he was free to do as he pleased without worrying about who he might offend. He could finally be himself. He was nearing the Iceberg Lounge, a fancy club owned by a former criminal. He slowed his pacing, creeping about the perimeter. A shadow passed out of a window and into the night. Nightwing raised an eyebrow. "Hello.... What's this?"

He quickened his pace, following it closely. Down alleys, up fire escapes, and across the rooftops, the two passed silently. After a half hour the shadow stopped. She was poised, with her back to him. She stood like a statue, looking out over the city high above the streets. He paused, remaining silent. She smiled to herself. "You know, there's a law against stalking"

"You were at the Waynes.... why?" Nightwing replied coldly. She turned to him, hands on her hips, a smug grin on her face. The moonlight shimmered over her outfit, highlighting her figure. Nightwing's cold exterior melted slightly.

"My business is my own" She replied lightly. He came forward warily.

"The Waynes are my business. What do you want with them?"

"I could care less about the pampered pooches on the hill. I just wanted to rummage through their files a bit. See what I could find" She crossed her arms over her chest. Nightwing stopped several feet from her.

"What'd you find?"

"That's for me to know, and you to figure out, now if you'll excuse me. I'd like to turn in while the moon's still out" The woman turned and with a graceful arch descended to the streets, catching herself with a whip. Nightwing watched her go, noting every detail. After she disappeared he turned and headed for home.

* * *

"So, with three weeks left you want to tell me what you're going as?" Tim was leaning on the desk next to Bruce. Two were spending the day in the study, looking over a few sketches of Bruce's costume. Since none of the stores carried what he was looking for, he was going to have it made, courtesy of Alfred.

"Remember those stories?" Bruce asked, putting down the final details.

"Uh huh"

"Well" Bruce put down the pencil, looking it over. He was beaming. "Take a look"

"WOW! That's so cool!.... Is that...." Tim's face lit up.

"Yep. That's him" Bruce put down the page, feeling satisfied. He had gotten all the materials he needed, and was almost done finding the appropriate things to put in his belt. He had never felt so excited. Tim snickered.

"No wonder he scares the crude out of bad guys" Tim hopped up on the desk. "So, what should I go as?"

"You?" Bruce suddenly seemed nervous. "Tim, you don't want to go to this"

"Sure I do!"

"No, you don't. The party is long, boring, and filled with a bunch of airhead socialites..... Do you really want to waste an evening like that?"

"You're going!" Tim protested, jutting out his lower lip. Bruce gave a loud sigh. The boy could be so stubborn sometimes.... Suddenly he had an idea.

"But that's because I have a date" Bruce explained with a sly grin.

"A date?" Tim looked confused.

"Yes, a date. I'm going with a girl" As if it needed explaining. Tim made a face.

"A girl?! Why would you want to do that?

"Because you need to take someone to this type of party"

"Why don't you bring me?" Tim asked, slightly hurt. Bruce thought for a moment.

"It would go past your bed time, and you'd have to dance"

"Yuck! Why would anybody want to do something like that..." Tim shook his head.

"To get together and talk"

"What, they haven't heard of the phone? Rich people need to get a life...." Tim gave a loud sigh, looking digusted. Bruce chuckled. The boy brightened up. "So, who are you going with?"

"I'm taking Selina"

"Ooooooh" Tim gave a mischievous grin. Bruce gave him a curious look.

"What?"

"I get the picture. You want to spend a little time with Nurse Kyle.... Why didn't you just tell me that in the first place? I would have understood. I'm not a kid!" Tim said, his eyes sparkling. Bruce gave a loud sigh, putting his head into his hands. Now the boy told him....

* * *

The air was crisp, and the night was ripe for adventure when Catwoman slipped into her suit again. She sprang out the window, sending her whip flying. It gripped a sturdy beam over head. She soared through the air, rising and falling like the tide. She enjoyed the rush it gave her, and the freedom from society. She landed on a rooftop overlooking the bay area. It was a beautiful view. The city scape decked out by a night dusted with stars, caressed gently by the moonlight. The river cast a pale glow on the ships as they passed silently. This was her world.

"What's new pussy cat?" The woman turned, her eyes flashing. Behind her a shadow moved. A figure slowly appeared, as if he were a mirage. A blue bird stretched from shoulder to shoulder across his chest. She arched an eyebrow.

"It's common knowledge that cats eat birds" She replied flatly, a hint of sarcasm in her cool voice. The masked man gave her an amused grin.

"This bird will give you indigestion"

"How romantic" Catwoman turned back to the view, rolling her eyes.

"I'm not looking for romance" Nightwing quipped, his voice growing serious. Catwoman glanced over her shoulder to him, her eyes sparkling beneath the lens.

"Obviously. What kind of guy runs around town in a pair of tight?"

"Very funny" Nightwing shot back, scowling. "For your information, these aren't tights. It's a suit made from-"

"I don't really care what it's made from!" Catwoman returned his glare. The man was several feet from her. "Why won't you just leave me alone!"

"I'll leave you alone when you tell me what you were doing at the Waynes!"

"Why do you care? It's none of your business!" She snapped back.

"I'm making it my business!" Nightwing replied, his voice firm. She sighed, clearly irritated. After a moment she put her hands on her hips and smirked.

"If you really want to know then you can drag it out of me"

"If that's the way you want it to be...." Nightwing took up a defensive position.

"Oh? And what do you think you're doing?" She seemed amused.

"If you want to fight, then fight" Nightwing replied, undaunted by the opponent.

"What, no weapons?" Catwoman put a finger to her lips, trying not to laugh.

"My body is my weapon" Nightwing kept his composure. He wasn't used to this type of resistance. The woman's expression brightened, and her eyes danced.

"Really? You can torture me anytime" She purred with a suggestive smile. Nightwing looked slightly confused. He had expected to be punched, kicked, cursed at, and even thrown around but not.... hit on? She slinked towards him. "how about we start now?"

"How about we talk about your business at Wayne Manor" Dick could feel the beads of sweat forming. The two were now only inches apart. Thankfully she stopped. She began to trace the bird. He wasn't quite sure what to do.

"Must we start on that again?" She asked, her voice soft, almost innocent. She wrapped her arms around his neck, sliding up against him. He drew in a deep breath. "There are so many other, more.... important things we could be doing....."

"Look lady, I don't care what you've got on your mind right now. I'm here on business" Nightwing pushed her away, his eyes narrowing. "I want to know why you were at Wayne Manor"

"My you're stubborn" The woman's expression soured. She pulled back, creating a small gap between the two. She looked out to the harbor. "If you want to know, I was looking at their accounts. Reviewing several legal documents. I didn't take anything"

"Why is it important to you?" Nightwing felt his spirits lighten up.

"Just a personal affair. Nothing against the Waynes. Just two of their associates"

"Who would be?"

"My concern, bird boy. You've done your homework for one night now why don't you go find someone else to interrogate" Catwoman hissed coldly. Nightwing gave her an amused grin. Why not give her a dose of her own medicine....

"Because you're the prettiest one. Isn't it obvious?"

Catwoman turned to him, seeing the joke. To his surprise, she actually seemed amused by his remark. Her arms were neatly folded across her chest. She laughed slightly, her eyes toward the ground. Then their gaze met. "You certainly know how to charm a lady don't you?"

Nightwing gave a small shrug. "Nah, just paying a compliment where it's deserved"

"You must be Nightwing" The woman observed, looking him over. "The papers can't get enough of you... I must say, you live up to the legend"

"I don't think I caught you name...."

"You couldn't tell?" She motioned to the costume.

"Something with a cat" Nightwing said, not quite sure what to say.

"Catwoman" She corrected him, a smile dancing across her lips.

"It fits" Nightwing forced a smile. Catwoman laughed lightly.

"Well, it's been fun. Perhaps we'll meet again?" She gave him a winning smile.

"Perhaps" Nightwing gave a nod. The woman turned and disappeared into the night once more. Dick watched her go, thinking over everything that had just taken place. She was interesting. Not his usual type, but variety was the spice of life. She could be his type. Nightwing shook his head. The last thing he needed was a woman to mess things up. He went to the edge of the roof and headed for home.

* * *

Tim sat next to Alfred munching on a cookie. The kitchen was almost a second home to the boy, who constantly would be found looking for something to eat. The butler had just finished teaching the boy how to make the world famous Pennyworth chocolate chunk cookie. Tim had followed the steps faithfully, and was reaping the benefits. Fabric was carefully draped across the counters. The buzz of a sewing machine at work filled the air.

"So how long do you think it will take to make his costume?" Tim looked over the work in progress. Alfred, still moving the material under the needle, shrugged.

"Several days at the least, two weeks at the most. The design is fairly simple"

"Oh. Cool" Tim nibbled on the cookie again.

"Why do you ask Master Tim?" Alfred paused a moment.

"Well.... I was wondering if maybe.... You could make me an outfit?" Tim asked shyly, avoiding the old man's gaze. He wasn't used to asking for something.

"And what would this outfit look like" Alfred turned to the boy, a warm, almost grandfather like smile on his face. Tim's mood lightened, and he perked up.

"You mean you'd do it?!"

"Of course. Now, tell me what you're thinking up Master Tim" Alfred leaned back in his chair. Tim took a seat next to him and began to explain what he wanted, adding in an occasional wave for emphasis. Alfred began to sketch out the design, taking the boy's measurements. After ten minutes of detailing, Alfred showed the boy the sketch. Tim's face was beaming.

"That's it! That's exactly how I want it! Alfred, you're the best!"

"Very well Master Tim. I shall retrieve the fabric tomorrow when I go grocery shopping and begin work on it as soon as possible" Alfred turned back to the costume and started up the sewing again. Tim gave a loud cry of joy and dashed off to call Dick. Alfred chuckled softly and shook his head.

[Panther]

Costume party! Costume party! Costume party! >jumps up and down and squels like a toddler< I loooove your costume parties, Batgirl! :D

I'm also amazed at how well you've taken the Bat universe and causually tipped it on its pointy ears - and it all works! Wicked sad about Tim's donor being his dad - but a very touching good bye.

[The_NewCatwoman]

Now I'm all caught up on this as well.:D

But I must say, I very dissapointed in Selina's and Dick's behavior, just because there's a mask involved, that doesn't give you the right to forget you've got significant others.

Other than that, I'm greatly intrigued as to who this 'Catwoman' might be behind the cowl.

Everything's in order. Great job BG.

tNC

[Batgirl]

Um... :ducks in looking sheepish:

Hi all. I am so so sorry for the wait. I got back from a trip to Florida at the end of August and five days later was off to school. I love college, I really do. But time is not a friend. I'm now on the east coast, and time seems to be flying. I will try very hard to keep up with this story, but studies are very important to me. Obviously I wasn't able to keep up with the five stories this summer. This story will come to an end, although it may be awhile. Another story, called 'Shadow of Helen' is still being typed, though I may begin to post it since three parts are already done. I hope that I haven't lost all of you. The best part is yet to come, more fight, romance, revealations and things that will forever change the life of Bruce Wayne. Hang tight and I promise you won't be disappointed. See you around (I hope).

-BG

[Batgirl]

Hi all.



Production is once again started up after coming to a grinding halt. Part 16 should be up either today or tomorrow. Hopefully readers will still be interested. Since this happens to be a particularly long story, I decided (since i haven't posted in forever) to do a quick recap of the major events. The story is comprised of two sections. Section begins in Part 1 and ends around Part 13. It is about Bruce's life greatly improving and mainly is contained to the hospital. The second section is about how it all-- well, turns out. Don't want to ruin anything. ;) It mainly takes place in Gotham.

Part 1—Batman is killed while on patrol in Gotham.



Part 2—Bruce wakes up to find out he's been in a coma for thirty years. His parents are alive and Gotham is a new world.



Part 3—Dr. Richard Grayson checks in on his patient. Bruce learns that his parents took the acrobat in after the circus accident. He also learns about the death of Dr. Leslie Thompkins in a D.U.I. accident. Bruce is surprised to learn that Harvey Dent, Gotham's D.A. is the family lawyer and Jack Napier is the family's accountant.



Part 4—Bruce meets Nurse Kyle and Nurse Gordon. Barbara is drastically different than he remembers. She acts more like Harley Quinn and is the main squeeze of Dent. While Selina could care less for her coworker, she has caught Dick's eye. Another aspect of Barbara's personality is revealed as she cares for Timothy Drake, a boy suffering from a rare kidney disease, who is in need of a transplant.



Part 5—Harvey and Jack plot against the Wayne family. Barbara is used to distract Dick, while the two move in. The animosity between Dick and the two Wayne employees is seen.



Part 6—Dick discovers that he has chemistry with Barbara, while Bruce gets reacquainted with his doctor.



Part7—Tim and Barbara hang out, and Tim acknowledges that death is near. Bruce gets to meet the boy, and the Commissioner, Renee Montoya, wants to meet with Barbara. Bruce tells Tim stories about “Batman and Robin.”



Part 8—Barbara meets Renee at the Iceberg Lounge, but tells her nothing. Barbara sees Harvey with another woman.



Part 9--Barbara seeks solace in Dick. Alfred interrupts at the right time, and warns Dick that Barbara woks for Harvey.



Part 10—When Barbara stands up to Harvey, he forces her back down. Dick overhears everything and is angry with Barbara. Selina has a heart to heart with Barbara and Bruce finally gets to go home. “The End.” Or not…. Stephen “Shifty” Drake is hired to kill Dick.



Part 11—Barbara goes to see Dick. He’s still angry and wants her to leave. She tells him that he’s in danger and that the Waynes may be in trouble. Bruce and Selina watch a movie, getting to know the other. Stephen breaks into the doctor’s, but Barbara takes the bullet for Dick.



Part 12—Renee investigates the shooting, while Bruce and Selina arrive to comfort Dick. Tim is getting worse, with time running out. Dick is inspired by an old circus poster to wage a war against crime. Stephen apologizes to Tim and leaves, only to get into a car accident.



Part 13—Barbara is comforted by her father and wakes up. Tim receives his father’s kidneys and says good-bye to his father.



Part 14—Bruce asks Tim to live at Wayne Manor. Barbara visits Bullock and Montoya. Nightwing makes his debut, saving Selina. Bruce invites Selina to the annual Veeland costume party. Barbara receives her father’s report and wants revenge. Tim meets Alfred, the family butler.



Part 15—Tim is welcomed into the family and spends some quality time with Dick. Barbara drops Harvey. Nightwing checks up on the Waynes, running into Selina and Bruce. Cobblepot speaks Catwoman, Gotham’s newest costume addition. Nightwing has his first encounter with the femme fatal, unsure whether to see her as friend or foe. Alfred offers to make Tim a costume, just as Bruce described.



That’s a basic sum up of all major events. There are little things that will be repeated here and there if they are important. Hopefully Part 16 will be up by tomorrow.

-BG

[Batgirl]

It had been several months since she had received the file on her father’s murder, and a thousand of cups of coffee but the sleepless nights finally paid off for Barbara. Each day she drew closer and closer to finding the man who killed her father. Deciding to take a break, Barbara stretched. She readjusted in her chair and prepared for more work. The phone whined, startling Barbara. She reached over, picking it up. “Hello?”

“Hey Barbara.”

“Renee!” Barbara’s irritable mood decreased.

“How are you doing?”

“Living,” Barbara said with a small laugh.

“I just looked over our new recruit list—are you sure you want this?” Renee was grinning ear to ear, but tried not to sound too eager.

“Renee, the night my father died, I did too. I tried to push away everything that reminded me of him. The night I was shot things changed… This is going to sound weird, but I saw him. He wanted me to move on in life….” Barbara trailed off.

“I understand Barbara. I know he’s watching over you.”

“This is what he would want. I may be making less, but I pick up where I left off. This time nothing will get in my way.”

“I’m proud of you, Barbara. I can’t wait until you join the force.”

“I can’t either. I always wanted to wear a badge.” Barbara said softly.

“Bullock and I are behind you all the way. Do you need any help?”

“I’ve looked over the case a hundred times, looking into everything. I’ve talked to the officers who got to the scene first, several possible witnesses, and the doctor who conducted the autopsy. I’ve looked into several old leads, and found some interesting things… But recently I’ve reached a dead end.” Barbara gave a loud sigh, flipping through her notes again. Suddenly she stopped, staring at a page that had summed up the witnesses reports. “Uh, Renee, I have to go.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I have to go… I’ll call later.” Barbara put the phone down. She grabbed the report, flipping through it. Her finger landed on the woman’s affidavit. Her eyes quickly passed over the testimony, a smile forming on her lips.


* * *


The night of the party had arrived. As she pulled up the drive Selina couldn’t help but feel nervous. Her relationship with Bruce was growing steadily, and it scared her. She had never felt this way for anyone, let alone a “pampered pooch.” She looked over costume again, before she rang the bell. Alfred answered the door.

“Good evening Ms. Kyle. I see you’re ready… Unfortunately Master Bruce has had some complications with costume. He will be down shortly. Please come in.”

“Thank you Alfred.” Selina smiled warmly at the older man as he showed her to the family room. A warm fire cheerily danced in the fireplace, spreading a warm glow along the walls. Seeing she was comfortable, Alfred took his leave to attend to the two boys upstairs. Martha came down the stairs, and took a seat near the woman.

“You know Selina, Bruce thinks very highly of you.”

“He’s a wonderful man Mrs. Wayne.” Selina replied her cheeks faintly pink.

“Martha, please. It makes me feel younger.” The older woman replied with a smile. “You’re a very fine young woman Selina. I want you to know that Thomas and I will welcome you into our house anytime.”

“Thank you Martha. I feel like you are my family… I lost both parents at a young age, and you have always treated me like a daughter.”

“Maybe someday you will be.” Martha replied with a wink. Selina’s eyebrow rose. “We always wanted Bruce to have a family of his own, and he’s adapted to life so quickly… I was hoping he would find a nice girl to settle down with—preferably one not from Gotham’s richest… I hope that I haven’t spoken out of place.”

Before Selina could reply, Alfred appeared at the top of the stairs. “I proudly present Mr. Bruce Wayne—“

A soft squeak came from the top followed by a murmur. Tim poked his head out and waved to Selina. She giggled and waved back. Alfred cleared his throat. “My mistake. I proudly present Gotham’s very own Dark Knight—Batman”

A tall, shadowy figure appeared at the top of the stairs. Selina was struck by Bruce’s transformation. Clad in cape, cowl, and a suit with a black bat on the front he looked like something from a storybook. The shadow came forward, the white lens glittering in the soft light. The figure moved slowly, spreading an aura of awe and dread. Martha gave a slight wince. “Bruce, dear, you look…. So…. Mysterious. Are you sure you want to go like that?”

“Positive.” A deep voice replied. Martha gave a soft gasp.

“Tall, dark, handsome, and mysterious… And you said you needed a date” Selina quipped with a smile. Bruce turned to her, admiring her costume. It was a feminine version of his costume only brighter, with a yellow bat and an open cowl in the back, allowing her black hair to flow down her back. “The women will be out in full force tonight.”

“They’re going to have settle for their own date, I already have mine. And I fully intend to stay with her.” Bruce replied softly, his deep voice losing its edge. Thomas appeared at the top, adjusting his cape. Martha gave a wary look to her husband.

“Thomas, what do you think of Bruce’s costume?”

“I think it’s great. “Thomas replied with a grin. “Very imposing isn’t it? Ronnie’s going to have a heart attack when she see him.”

“Thomas!” Martha replied sharply. Thomas stifled his laugh. Martha was well aware of how Thomas felt about Ms. Veeland. “She can’t help that she’s a social butterfly.”

“Social butterfly? Please! She’s the loudest mouth in Gotham! Worse than that darn lady who runs the gossip column in the Gotham Gazette! And the woman’s a natural heart wrecker! My father always told me to stay away from those types… Marry a nice woman, he told me. Stay away from the sirens out for kicks—that’s exactly what Ronnie is! I don’t want my son anywhere near her.” Thomas replied stubbornly. Martha gave a loud sigh.

“I’m sure that Bruce has enough sense to keep from an interest in Ronnie. He gets his common sense from you.” Martha gave a smile and going to his side, kissed her husband’s cheek. “You found me didn’t you?”

Thomas gave a good-natured chuckle. He smiled at his wife, then turned his eyes to Selina. “Yes dear, I did. And I believe our boy has found someone special too.”

Selina blushed deeply, and Bruce grinned. Bruce took Selina’s hand. “Yes, she certainly is special.”

“Can we cut the mushy stuff? We have a party to attend!” Tim bounced slide down the railing, nailing a perfect dismount next to Alfred. Martha and Thomas exchanged looks.

“Tim honey, I’m afraid you won’t be able to attend.”

“Why not?” Tim asked, giving his puppy eyes.

“Well, this is an adult party. You wouldn’t like it.” Thomas said gently. “Besides, Alfred said that he was going to make you cookies and play videos games with you.”

“Really?” Tim asked, grinning at the butler. Alfred covered the puzzled look and nodded. “Cool-- But what about my costume?”

“You can wear it when you trick or treating.” Martha offered. Tim groaned. “I’m sorry dear, maybe next year you can come.”

“Martha, if we don’t leave now we’re going to be late.” Thomas said softly.

Martha smiled, giving Tim a kiss on the forehead. “Be good. I’ll see you in the morning. Honey, did you remember our casual clothes?”

“There’re in the trunk.” Thomas assured her.

“Good. We’ll see you later.” Tim escorted the small group to the door with Alfred, waving good-bye until they were out of site. He gave a loud sigh, his shoulders slumping. Alfred put a reassuring hand on his shoulder, giving it a squeeze.

“Chin up Master Timothy. I know you would not have enjoyed the party. I will make up for it. I believe Mr. Wayne got in several new games today that need to be tested, and a some cookies that need baking.”

“But what about my great costume.” Tim motioned up and down to the red, yellow, and black suit he wore, complete with mask. His gaze landed on the “R” on his chest. “Now no one will get to see it.”

“They will next week, when you go trick or treating. I’m sure everyone will think it’s, what is the word you use now days? Cool?”

“Yea, cool… It’ll be a hit.” Tim said softly.

“Why don’t we go start on those cookies and then play a few games.” Alfred suggested in an attempt to get the boy’s mind off the party. Tim brightened up.

“You really want to get whipped in racing again?”

“I’ve been practicing Master Tim, do not brag until you have won the race.”

“Is that a challenge?”

“Perhaps.” Alfred replied with a smile.

“You’re on!” Tim bolted back to the family room, turning on the game system. Alfred chuckled. Mission to distract boy accomplished.


* * *


Harvey Dent sipped dark wine from his glass, staring into the lush green depths of his companion’s eyes. Ms. Pamela Isley, a botanist at Gotham’s largest greenhouse and a well-known procurer of the finest poisons in the criminal underworld with a clean record. Her brews were potent, lethal, and many untraceable. The temptress had earned her nickname of “Poison Ivy.” Her eyes glittered at Harvey. “Tell me dear, whatever happened to the cute little red head you were dating?”

“Gordon’s daughter?” Harvey laughed, waving his hand. “She’s a has been.”

“Word is she left you for a goody two shoes doctor.” Pam traced the rim of her glass. “And that she just applied to the police academy.”

“Ah, she’s all washed up. Let that loser have her.” Harvey leaned back in his chair, staring into his glass. Pam pushed the issue, a smirk adorning her face.

“I hear she’s got big plans. She wants the man who killed her father brought to justice. I think you’re under estimating her. And that doctor is rising in the ranks—he’s renown in Metropolis and Central City. He’s looking into Forensics. Oh, and let’s not forget the man in tights… I’d say your list is enemy’s is growing. Enemies with power.”

“They will be dealt with. If they try anything I’ll destroy them.” Harvey grabbed the glass and finished it in a single gulp. He signaled to the waitress for more. She filled the glass. Pam raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t you think that’s enough? It’s your fifth glass tonight.”

“You can’t cook up a remedy to cure my hangover?” Dent asked with a grin. Both shared a good laugh. Pam leaned forward speaking in a low voice.

“You’ll have to stop by later so I can fix it for you.” Harvey’s grin widened. He was about to reply when his beeper went off. He swore under his breath and looked at the slightly blurry numbers. Pam gave him an odd look. “What is it?”

“I have to go. I’m needed… I’ll swing by later.” Harvey kissed her on the cheek. Pam watched as he walked out the door, wondering what could be so important. Her thoughts were interrupted as the owner of the Iceberg lounge wattled towards her. She could ask Harvey about it later. A young man watched the exchange from a table across the way. He waited a moment, then disappeared.


* * *


As the clock neared eleven Selina gave a soft gasp. Bruce gave her an odd look. “What is it? Is something wrong?”

“I need to make a call, I’ll be right back.” Selina delicately traced Bruce’s chin, heading for the nearest exit. Bruce moved to a window, looking out at the view. It was facing the industrial part of the city. One of the largest chemical factories in Gotham was the centerpiece of the view. A black hole illuminated by smaller lamplights. A feeling of dread overcame Bruce and he turned away.


* * *


Harvey dialed the number on a payphone, tapping his foot impatiently. Finally the other end picked up. There was a brief exchange of information. Harvey felt his heart drop. “All right. Where do I meet you?”

“You remember the chemical factory on Fifth and Adams? Meet me there in five minutes. Don’t be late….” The other end hung up. Harvey slammed the phone down, then headed for his car. Two white eyes watched the man intently from the shadows. In a fluid motion the figure trailed the man in the darkness.


* * *

It was almost eleven when Dent finally reached the factory. Still angry about leaving Pam, he stormed into the building. He moved to the area where the chemicals were kept, his ears open and eyes alert. A distinctly feminine voice reached out from the darkness. “You came.”

“What’s this about?” Dent growled bitterly. “I’m late for an important meeting.”

“Seeing that lovely little vixen of the vines are you? Well, I won’t keep you long then.” Something moved along the walls as the outline of a woman vaguely appeared. Dent raised an eyebrow, suddenly feeling nervous.

“Where are you? Who are you?” Dent began to flip a silver dollar that he always carried. The woman smirked. A second shadow watched intently from the shadows.

“I want to talk. Is that too much to ask?”

“About?”

“Shifty. You remember a man by that name?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Dent growled. He turned to leave, walking over a path above the vats. The woman sprang up the pipes, swinging in front of him. Her suit was black, with pointed ears.

“I think you do. I think you’re scared.” The woman hissed. Dent’s eyes narrowed.

“Why would I be scared?”

“He was you’re hired hand—to do all the dirty work so you keep your hands clean. I know all about your record. You have quite a reputation in the underworld…” The woman slinked towards him. Dent snarled, making a fist.

“One more step and you’ll be sorry.”

“Not as sorry as you’ll be when I’m through!” The woman sprang forward, revealing the claws built into her gloves. Nightwing crept closer, looking for a way to intervene. Harvey put up his arms to block the razor sharp claws tearing at him. The silver dollar dropped from his hand.

“Stop!” Nightwing tackled Catwoman, sending them further down the walkway. Dent got up, charging the pair. Giving a look of disgust to her ‘hero’ Catwoman gave him a solid shove off her and into the rail. She slammed a foot into Dent, causing him to double over. He slammed a fist into her face, sending a stream of blood down her chin. Nightwing was on his feet and pulled her off Dent. “That’s enough.”

“Stay out of this!” Catwoman snarled, pushing him back. Dent leapt onto her back, grabbing for her throat. She threw her weight forward, curling down. Dent lost his grip and flew over the rail. He screamed. The woman’s eyes widened. “No!”

She dove over the rail, reaching for his arm. Nightwing looked over the walkway in horror. The whip snapped up, catching the metal pole. Catwoman had Dent by an arm, suspending the two above a pit of a glowing vat. The attorney had a look of terror on his face. “Don’t let me go! Please!”

“Not if I can help it!” Catwoman grunted. She threw him upwards. Dent grabbed the walkway, and using the skill of a top gymnast Catwoman swung back and up in a graceful arch onto the platform. Nightwing pulled Dent up. Catwoman appeared at his side. “You’re going to be brought to justice Dent.”

“Over my dead body!” Harvey pushed Nightwing over the edge and swung at Catwoman. She slipped to the side easily, sending her claws at him. Nightwing flipped back up, and grabbed for her. Catwoman hit Dent’s coat pocket, tearing it open. A small packet flew into the air and over the edge. “My matches!”

Nothing could prepare Nightwing for what happened next. Harvey grabbed a rail to catch himself. Catwoman dragged Nightwing back towards the second story platform. He grabbed her waist pulling her into roll. As they hit the platform an explosion rocked the plant, followed by a horrific scream. Catwoman covered her ears. Nightwing looked back to see Dent, face down on the walkway. Half of the walkway where he had been standing looked as if it had burned away. He felt his stomach turn. Catwoman rose to her feet, shaking. She crept forward timidly. Nightwing held his breath. She rolled over Dent and screamed. Nightwing went to her side and gagged. She buried her face into his shoulder. Sirens sounded, growing louder by the second. Nightwing grabbed the frozen female and dragged her into the shadows.


* * *


The explosion caught the attention at the nearby party. The guests murmured, moving to the window to get a better view. Officers were dispatched and the Commissioner took her leave. Bruce felt the sensation of dread creep over him again. Something from the back of his mind told him his world was about to change. Bruce looked around nervously for his date. A lump formed in his throat. Then she appeared in the crowd, a concerned look on her face. Selina looked frightened. “Bruce? What’s going on?”

“I don’t know…” Bruce’s gaze turned back to the factory. A brief memory from his dream world flickered in his mind—a friend turned foe in an accident. He felt the lump in his throat get bigger. Yes, his world was about to change.


* * *


Jack got the call from Harvey’s cell and headed for the factory. He arrived just in time to hear the explosion. Screaming his friend’s name he ran inside. He made his way around the plant, following the directions he received. As he entered the room, he saw a female dressed in a cat suit staring at the walkway. Then she disappeared into the darkness. Jack followed her gaze and felt sick. “Harvey?”

Jack ran to the man’s side, and gave a loud cry. Where the chemicals had touched the skin had been eaten away, leaving a bloody mess. A flash of light off a metal object got his attention. Jack picked up the silver dollar that had been dropped. He closed his eyes and shook his head.

Harvey moaned softly. Jack looked over at his friend and gave a sigh of relief. Harvey was alive. Pushing aside the pit in his stomach, he grabbed Dent. He began dragging him towards the door. He could hear the sirens, he’d have to be fast. Nightwing materialized out of nowhere. Jack glared at him. “What do you want?”

“I want to help.” Nightwing picked Harvey up and helped carry him out of the building. He checked Dent’s vital signs while Jack placed a call. Jack pushed the masked man away, balling up his fist.

“What did you do to him?” He demanded, Nightwing held up his hands defensively.

“It was an accident. He picked a fight and in the process almost got us killed. The matches fell out of his pocket and into the vat. I’m sorry.” Nightwing couldn’t help but feel guilty. Jack stared at the pocket, inspecting the scratch marks.

“Who made these?” Jack growled coldly.

“I don’t know her name. But it was an accident.”

“I don’t care if it was an accident! Look at him!” Jack gestured. Blue and red lights slipped over the alley. A blond police officer got out of the car. Nightwing stared at her, trying to remember her face. Jack scowled at him. “Why don’t you do your job and catch the person responsible for this?”

Nightwing backed up, looking off to the street. He knew what direction Catwoman was headed. There was still time. He heard a car door slam, and turned in time to see the police car speed off. It occurred to him that maybe he should have been paying more attention, but the turn of events had left him dazed. He heard a shout.

“You there!” Nightwing glanced to his right. A soft accent accompanied the small female with black hair. She had a gun aimed at him. “Who are you and what’s going on?”

“Commissioner Montoya?” Dick replied, starting to come back to the present.

“Yes?” Renee lowered the gun, looking puzzled.

“We need to talk….”


* * *


Harley knocked on the door while Jack held up Harvey’s head. Pam slide open the small slot used to view strangers. “What is it?”

“Red, it’s Harvey….” Harley trailed off, moving back so that the lovely vixen could see for herself the damage that had been done. Pam gave a soft cry.

“What happened?” The door opened and Pam rushed to Dent’s side.

“Nightwing and his little catty friend that’s what. He claims it was an accident. Can you do anything for him Pam?” Jack’s eyes were burning with anger. Pam took a deep breath.

“I can try. Help me get him inside.” Harvey was placed on a table in one of Pam’s laboratories. She went to work immediately. After several hours she took a break. Jack was sitting in quaint sitting room flipping a silver coin. Pam stared at it. “What’s that?”

“A silver dollar Harvey always carries with him. Got it from his old man. One side got scratched up pretty bad. Jack caught it, closing his fingers around it, his eyes flashed. “I will find whoever did this to him. And I will make that little witch pay… Oh yes, she will pay dearly for this….”

[The_NewCatwoman]

Yay you posted. This was a wonderful piece. I'm still not sure who Catwoman is but at the same time, I'm greatly intrigued. Great job Batgirl.

tNC

[BeastBoyWonder]

Wow, its been awhile.

I love this take/interpretation on the Bat-family dynamics... I almost don't like the idea that you posted a summary of each section because a lot of the ambiguity and interpretation involved in reading the other sections is gone, but I understand its necessity. Regardless, I'm definately looking forward to seeing where this is going. Take your time... :)

[Batgirl]

Hi all,

Part 18 is almost finished. School work has been piling up and work was a pain-- then I feel off a curd I was sweeping during my work day and poof! Sprained ankle! So. This could free up some time or compond it. Either way, I hope to have 18 up within the week. So, that's my note.

-BG

[Batgirl]

Ronnie was an emotional wreck. First, the band had gotten sick and she had to call in a replacement. Then, half of the food she ordered was spoiled and running late. To make matters worse, the wrong wine had been imported. She gave a sigh, on the verge of tears. She was definitely going to fire her coordinator. After that, the party had started to improve. Until there was a nearby explosion. A soft murmur erupted in the crowd as people packed around the windows.

The band quickly struck up an old swing tune and the social butterflies slowly moved from the window to the dance floor. The excitement was growing as midnight drew near. The snazzy party would turn into more of a club, as the costumes were lost and casual clothes were donned. Selina had grown tired of her costume, leaving the she-bat for a sleek black dress. Bruce had left her talking with Martha for the balcony.


He could see the flashing lights in the distance. He looked around nervously, then smiled. He searched the homemade belt. He pulled out a small grapple line and launcher. Alfred didn’t understand why Bruce had insisted on odd gadgets. The line shot out and secured. Bruce took a deep breath, making sure he was alone. Then he leapt over the four-story drop, sailing into the night.


The feeling came back to him, spreading a smile from ear to ear. The adrenaline sent a thrilling rush through his veins every time. He let out a loud whoop of joy and pulled out another line. Several minutes later he was at the crime scene. He landed hard, stumbling before catching his balance. Bruce blushed. “Maybe I should work on that…”


While he seemed to have retained his knowledge, his lack of daily practice had apparently decreased his skills. Bruce slipped into the shadows, trying to gather what was going on. He saw a young man with his hair pulled back in a black suit with a blue bird across his chest. Bruce grinned. “Nightwing.”


The man jumped, and taking a defensive stance turned to the voice. The young man arched his eyebrow. “Hello? I don’t think we’ve been introduced…”


“Not formally.” Bruce replied with a grin. “Call me Batman.”


“Right…. And you’re here why?” Nightwing didn’t hide his irritation.


“I want to know what happened. What caused the explosion?”


“Look buddy, I don’t know what you’re trying to pull, but just stay out of this. I don’t want you to get hurt—“


“You think I’m an amateur?” Bruce asked, putting an edge to his voice.

“Look, I don’t know who you are and I don’t really care, but this is my city and I don’t need another person in tights tripping me up. I’m trying to get the public to trust me. Now I’m going to ask you nicely. Please leave.” Nightwing folded his arms across his chest.


“You can at least tell me what happened. Then I’ll go.” Bruce said coldly, starting to feel annoyed. He hated to admit it, but this really was Nightwing’s city. Here, in this time, Batman had not been born—until tonight.


“Read it in the papers.” Nightwing snapped. He shot out a line and disappeared into the night. Bruce scowled at the retreating figure. He had no idea where the boy had developed the attitude. At least this time he didn’t have to blame himself.


* * *




Selina looked at her watch. It was now twenty-five after midnight. Bruce had been missing since quarter to twelve. The last she had seen was he heading towards the balcony. Martha seemed to notice her son’s absence also. She patted Selina’s hand reassuringly. “I’m sure he’s just out for a breath of fresh air. I noticed he wasn’t very social tonight….”


Selina was about to respond when suddenly a man stood up in the center of the room. He held up a gun, firing a few shots. Several screams came from the crowd as a few men joined him, pulling out a weapon. “If you’ll excuse me ladies and gentlemen! I would like your attention!”

The room went silent. The man smiled. “Good. Now that I have your ears, I would like something else—if you please, put all jewelry and wallets in the bags that are being passed around!”

One of the men approached Selina, giving her a grin. He motioned towards her with his bag. “Hey honey, how about you help me out here? I could use a little assistance.”

“With pleasure!” Selina sent her fist into the man’s nose, sending him back several steps. His friend in the center of the room turned to the small crowd where she was. Martha pulled her back defensively.

“Ok, who was hero?” No one moved. He pulled back the hammer, aiming it at an older woman next to Martha. “I asked a question. Now, before someone gets hurt, I’ll ask again. Who played the hero?”

“I did.” Selina replied coldly, stepping forward.

“Come here sweetheart.” The man beckoned her. She held up her chin as she strode forward. The room was dead silent. She stopped in front of him. He aimed the gun at her. “It’s a real pity that a dame as pretty as you has to be so stupid. Now I’m going to have to kill you. Say good night.”

“Good night.” A deep voice replied from above.

“Huh?” The man looked up as a shadow descended upon him. The figure dressed in black and gray landed on top of his target. He knocked the gun away from the thief and sent him unconscious to the floor. The other thugs stared at each other, then screamed, running for the door. The dark figure quickly covered the distance between them and easily took down the others. His feat was accompanied by cheers from the crowd. He smiled, then disappeared down the hall. When guests went to look for him, he had vanished. Unbeknownst to Bruce, a certain reporter had gotten the event on tape.


Martha grabbed Selina. “Come dear, it’s time to leave.”


“Martha, that was—“

“I know… Come on.” Martha pulled Selina out, meeting Thomas in the hallway. They silently walked to the car. Selina took her leave and waved good-bye to the Waynes as they pulled away. On the way back to the Manor, Martha finally spoke. “I told you he shouldn’t have worn that costume!”

“He didn’t get hurt Martha. I’m sure he’ll explain it when we get home.”

“But how is he going to get home?” Martha asked, concern evident in her voice.

“He’s a big boy Martha, he’ll be fine.” Thomas replied. The rest of the drive was silent, each lost in thought. Out in Gotham, Bruce was running over the rooftops and loving every minute of it.


* * *




Jack was pacing back and forth. Pam gave a loud sigh. “There’s nothing we can do but wait Jack. Why don’t you take Harley for a spin?”

“Yeah puddin’! We can cruise the town. ” Harley took his arm and pulled him towards the car. Jack reluctantly followed, grumbling. The car fired up and shot forward. It screamed as it braked at he corner and cut it sharp. Harley gave a loud squeal of delight. Inside Pam leaned over, kissing Harvey’s forehead.

“Don’t worry baby, it’ll be all right.”


* * *




Nightwing took a seat on the outcropping of the Clock Tower Mall. His head was buried in his arms, which were neatly folded over his knees. He was still upset over what happened to Harvey Dent. He didn’t like the man, but he never wanted the man to get hurt.

Jack had slowed the car down, slowly creeping along the quiet streets. Harley was chattering mindlessly, looking out the window. She had commented on the various jewelry stores. Suddenly she went silent. Jack gave a sigh of relief. Harley looked at him, then spoke. “Hey, did you see what I saw?”

Jack grumbled for a moment and glared sharply at her. “Look Harl, I’m not really interested in what you saw. Would you just shut up?”

“Ok. But I thought you’d be interested since you hate that Nightwing guy.” Harley turned back to the window. Jack slammed on the brakes, coming to a sudden stop.


“WHAT???”

“Nightwing. He was back there.”

“Where???”


“Clock Tower Mall.” Harley replied casually. The car did a one eighty and Jack hit the gas. The screeching brakes caught Nightwing’s attention. The car swerved and stopped. Nightwing rose to his feet.

“What the—“ He was cut off when Jack leapt from the car with a gun and opened fire. Dick sprinted across the roof at full speed, Jack hot on his trail. The commotion attached the attention of another roof runner. Batman looked over the edge when he heard the gunshots. His eyes narrowed, and he headed for lower ground.

“Puddin’! Wait for me!” Harley yelled as she began to run but the rage that fueled Jack made it impossible for her to keep his pace. Jack was screaming obscenities and firing wildly. Suddenly the shots stopped, allowing Nightwing to catch his breath and change course. He ducked into the shadows.

“Stupid gun…” Jack grumbled, reloading as fast as he could. A shadow loomed over him, bringing his attention up. Jack’s eyes widened. “Oh my.”

Wham! Bruce hit his target dead on. Harley, who had arrived on the scene just in time to see Jack fall, gave a shriek. Nightwing looked out from his hiding spot to see what was causing the commotion. His eyes fell on the man in black. “Oh no.”

He swung into action, taking Harley down several feet from Bruce. Batman turned and smiled to the young man. “You’re late.”

“I’m glad you think this is funny because—“ Nightwing was interrupted by a gunshot that whizzed by his ear. Bruce turned to see Napier on his feet. Dick grabbed his arm and pulled him down a near by alley. “Come on!”

Giving another howl of fury Jack started after them. Harley groaned, leaning against the building to catch her breath. “This is going to be a long night….”


* * *




Barbara knocked on the door, patiently waiting for someone to answer. After several minutes, she tried again. After fifteen minutes she was worried. She tried the door, surprised to find it unlocked. Barbara entered the house cautiously. “Dick?”

She gingerly made her way around. She really hadn’t been there, except for the night she tried to seduce him and the night she was shot. She paused at the stairway, looking up. She hated to admit it, but she was curious as to what he kept up there. Looking around, she made her way up the stairs.

Barbara peered into the open doors. The first room had shelves filled with books. The second looked like a cross between a gym and a place to kick back. The third was Dick’s room. She hesitated a moment before entering. It was a large, spacious area. The bed was against the back wall. The spread was jet black, to contrast with the pale blue walls. The dresser and tall man were ebony, against the right wall from the bed next to the closet. Windows lined the left wall.

The wall across from the bed had a desk, computer and a wall length mural of a black dragon with blue eyes. The background was beige. Next to it was a device that looked like a thermostat, the dial matching the blue stones in the dragon’s eyes. On the desk were articles about Nightwing. Barbara couldn’t resist a grin. “Looks like Mr. Critic keeps tapes on the man in tights….”

Her gaze returned to the mural. She ran her fingers over the design, intrigued by it. She ran her fingers along the dial, and was surprised when it turned. She felt a lump form and went to move it back, when the mural slide to the side to reveal a hidden compartment. Barbara’s eyebrow shot up in amusement. “What’s this?”

She hesitated a moment, then went inside. A dummy hung on the wall, and a hook. Both were empty. Another dial, matching the one outside was on the wall. She arched her eyebrow, moving to a small set of drawers. The first held gas pellets. The second held grappling hooks, launchers, and lines.

Barbara felt her heart begin to race. These weren’t trinkets that a normal person kept around the house. She timidly pulled open the third drawer, which held a few bolas and thin cords. She knelt down to reach the last drawer. She stopped, not really wanting to pen it. She knew that once she did nothing could ever be the same again. Her heart was pounding in her ears as she pulled the last drawer out. She inhaled sharply as she saw the items in the last drawer. “No….”

A black Kevlar suit with a bird across the chest folded neatly next to a utility beat and a mask with white lenses covering the eyes. She looked to her right to see a pole that lead down to the basement. She remembered hearing that he bought an abandon firehouse and redesigned the interior. She walked out of the compartment, a large knot in her stomach. Tears were stinging her eyes. Barbara quickly turned the dial in the opposite direction.

The mural slide back into place concealing the closet. Several emotions were coursing through her veins and she wasn’t sure what to feel. Her eyes fell on the articles that were scattered across his desk. The last about a mysterious woman the media dubbed Catwoman. The local gossip of the town couldn’t get enough of them it seemed. Barbara gave a halfhearted grin and took the article. Folding it up she slipped it into a pocket. She quickly made her way down the stairs and to her car.


* * *



Nightwing ducked in and out of the alleys in the business district, dragging Batman with him. Various factories lined the streets. Both were out of breath, exhausted, and running out of places to hide. Finally Nightwing ducked into The Clown’s Cards, a factory that made playing cards. Bruce looked at the younger man. “Look, I know we didn’t exactly start off on the right foot, but we’re being pursued by a livid mad man with a gun…. There has to be a reasonable explanation. Mind telling me what it is?”

Nightwing grumbled under his breath before explaining. “Tonight I dropped by the Iceberg Lounge to check up on Harvey Dent. He leads a double live, rising in the Justice system and the criminal world. I’ve been searching for a way to bring him down. He’s seeing Pamela Isley, known as “Poison Ivy” on the street for her knowledge of poison and her killer looks. He left in the middle of a date and I tracked him to the chemical plant. Catwoman was there. A fight broke out and Harvey’s matches fell into one of the vats causing the explosion…. He got burned pretty badly. Then things got meshed together. I talked with Renee, Catwoman, and then I left to clear my head. I was sitting on the outcrop of the Clock Tower Mall when Jack showed up…”


“I see.” Batman said softly. Suddenly he raised an eyebrow. “Catwoman?”

“Yeah.”

“Who is she?”

“How should I know? I’ve only been on this job for a couple months! Give me some time!” Nightwing snapped angrily. Batman decided not to chuckled.

“What did she want with Harvey?”

“I’m not sure. She didn’t give up too much. Only that it had something about it being personal…” Nightwing put a hand to his chin, trying to recall anything else. “She was pretty torn up. Before she asked Dent about ‘Shifty’ and said she wanted him to be brought to justice…”

“Shifty? Shifty Drake?” Batman asked, more to himself than a real question.


“Drake? Tim’s Father?” Nightwing stared at the man before him. “How did you know about him?”

“I—uh, did some research on him.” Batman replied nervously. Nightwing raised an eyebrow. Bruce shifted uncomfortably.

“And?”

“He worked for Dent. Montoya said that he had a D.U.I. on his record… As well as robbery, and attempted murder.”


“D.U.I.? Robbery… Attempted murder?” Nightwing asked softly. He briefly remembered looking into Steven’s files. Suddenly he remembered what Barbara had said about Dent killing Leslie. Two and two made four. Dent had used Steven’s D.U.I. accident to get Leslie out of the way. He desperately tried to dig for more information in his memory. Car—what had he seen about a car… Then it hit him. The man he had been driving with had been charged with murder. They were attempting to steal a car while the owner was changing a flat. Now if he could only remember the name of the other man…


Suddenly the air filled with gunshots. Both men flinched and Batman dragged Nightwing further into the factory. Jack entered the building, his eyes searching the darkness. He saw two shadows moving and opened fire with his gun. The two figures dodged the bullets, moving into a doorway. Jack snarled and pursued.

Murder… The word ran through his head again and again. A bullet bounced off the wall in front of him, causing Nightwing to jerk abruptly. Batman grabbed him and kept going. Nightwing’s forehead wrinkled as he started saying names. “Lawyer, Wayor…”

“Watch your head!” Batman snapped as another bullet whizzed by his companion’s head. Nightwing seemed dazed. Suddenly he stopped dead in his tracks.

“SAWYER!” He screamed. Napier and Batman alike froze. Jack’s color turned ashen, while Batman gave him an odd look. The gun was silent. Nightwing turned to the hunter, his eyes as cold as steel. For the first time in his life, Jack was afraid. Nightwing began walking towards the man, who began to back up. Suddenly, the hunter became the hunted. Down the halls, up a flight of stairs and across a catwalk the two went—Batman close behind.

Jack can to a screeching halt as the catwalk ended over a vat. He turned to see Nightwing shrouded in shadows, slowly coming towards him. The man’s eyes were glowing with a white fire, looking like a dark avenger ready to deal out punishment for a life full of vice. Jack whimpered, forgetting all about his gun.

“What do you know about Sawyer, Jack?” The Avenger’s voice asked darkly.

“I—I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Jack replied, his voice squeaking.

“Then why are you so afraid?” The shadows said quietly. Jack suddenly remembered the gun. He gave a howl of rage and opened fire. Batman lunged forward.


“GET DOWN!” He tackled Nightwing to the ground. Several bullets tore though the several ropes supporting the catwalk. Nightwing pushed Batman away from him. The catwalk started to fall. Nightwing felt himself sliding down the dangerous slope towards the end. Jack screamed as he fell backwards into the vat of chemicals. Batman found himself on firm ground, staring in horror as the scene played out in slow motion.


Nightwing grabbed a rail and hung dangerously over the chemicals and Jack disappeared in the toxic brew. Batman shuddered, and turned his thoughts to the situation. He used a lined to secure the broken area of the catwalk and then carefully made his way down the slope using a second line. He offered a hand to the hanging hero.

“Nightwing! Grab my hand, I’ll help pull you up.” Nightwing reached up and grabbed Batman’s wrist. Batman gently pulled the young man up to the line and both made their way to the secure walk. The two paused a moment at the edge, looking into the vat. Nightwing’s face was grim.

“Do you think he survived?”

“I don’t know.” Batman replied softly. There was a short period of silent. Sirens called in the distance, coming closer. Batman looked at the somber young man. “We should go. The police will be here soon.”

“They’re going to think I did it.” Nightwing said quietly, his eyes distant. “I never meant for this to happen. Everything happened so fast. They weren’t supposed to get hurt, just….”

“I know.” Batman put his hand on the young man’s shoulder. “Let’s go. We need to talk. I know a place that we won’t be disturbed.”





* * *



The streetlights in Gotham shown below, adding a mild amount of cheer to the dark city. Nightwing was sitting on a rocky outcrop while Batman was leaning against a tree. Rocky Hills National Park was right outside the city, and provided an excellent getaway for those in need of rest—and for those who couldn’t go far. It was at the most stressful times that Bruce remembered retreating here to think. He remembered the first time he brought Dick, under much different circumstances. It had been after a hard week at school, Dick’s first week to be exact. One week after his parents had died.

Bruce shook his head. That was a lifetime ago. It wasn’t even real—although it felt like it. Nightwing was staring out across the city. Finally Batman spoke. “It wasn’t your fault—there was nothing you could have done.”

“How can you be so sure?” Nightwing replied bitterly. Bruce looked at him.

“I know you. So does this city. We trust you. If you weren’t, you would not be in the place you are today. Believe me, there is nothing they have done. They have been brought to a justice by a greater hand then yours.” Batman said softly. Nightwing gave him an odd look.

“How do you know me?” He had a bit of sarcasm in his voice. Batman smiled, pulling back his cowl. Nightwing’s jaw dropped. “Bruce?”

“Are you surprised, Dick?”

“It’s—but, you’re…How did you ……” Dick stuttered over the words.

“It’s hard to explain…”

“Does any one else know?”

“Just me.” Bruce reassured him. Dick held back any further questions. Something told him that he could trust Bruce with his identity. In a way, it felt that he had known Bruce much longer than just the past several months. After several moments Bruce went on. “Who’s Sawyer?”

“He’s the man that was charged with murder in several car-jackings. He was suspected in Gordon’s case, but there was never enough evidence to convict him. For a short time he worked with Stephen. And if he was with Stephen…


“Then he was with Dent.” Bruce finished, pulling the cowl back up. Dick nodded. The two looked out over the city. “So, now what?”

“I wish I knew.” Dick gave a loud sigh, the heavy weight of the new life showing. Bruce patted his shoulder. Dick placed his hands to his forehead, rubbing his temples.

“You know, Alfred always says that a good night’s sleep—“

“Can’t be beat.” Dick smiled.

“I’m going to head out. Maybe you should get some rest. Tomorrow is coming.” Batman disappeared into the darkness. Dick sat still for several minutes, then followed.


* * *



Harley waited outside patiently in her officer uniform. Thankfully most of the cops had left the scene. A dark figure slowly emerged from the shadows. She tilted her head slightly, watching it move towards the car. It opened the door and got in. Harley stared at the man, at least what she thought was a man, soaking wet and silent. “Puddin’?”


“Yes, Harl?”


"You all right?”

“Been better.” Jack inhaled slowly. He put his head back against the seat, closing his eyes. Harley Quinn reached towards him. “Don’t touch me!”

The woman pulled back her hand. She started the car and slowly pulled into the lighted streets. Her eyes returned to the man next to her. She gave a loud gasp and slammed on the breaks. “Puddin’!”

“What!” Jack growled angrily. He had just begun to relax. Harley was staring at him with wide eyes. He glared at her coldly. “What do you want?!”

“Puddin’! You’re—“


“Just drive!” He ordered. Harley closed her mouth and did as she was told, keeping her eyes on the road. The drive back to Ivy’s place was silent.


* * *



Dick pulled into the garage half past one in the morning. It had been a long night. He washed it off in a twenty-minute hot shower, indulging in the safety and restorative power of the warm water. He made his way to his room, dropping yesterday’s paper on the chair. He looked over his desk, his eyes scanning the articles, a feeling of morose coming over him. Then his eyes stopped. One was missing. He looked over his articles again, this time taking note of the names. A frown crossed his face. The article on Catwoman was missing. He gave a loud sigh. Sleep beckoned softly to him and he was too tired to resist it. He figured that it fell on the floor and he could get it in the morning. He walked over to his bed, throwing himself down onto the covers, where sleep claimed him. He drifted off and didn’t wake until many hours later.

[Batgirl]

Hi all,

Got the next chapter up. A litle later than I intended. For that I am sorry. My ankle, stress before finals and the unexpected death of a former teammate all came crashing down between last week and this week. The next part will not be up until after finals. I hope you enjoy this part, I did writing it. I hope this adds a little bit more to overall tone as well as giving some clues as to the coming events.

-BG

[The_NewCatwoman]

So much information, and yet, it fits. At first I was confused about the Sawyer thing until you cleared that up by reminding me about Jim. I really liked this chapter, it established so much, things seem a lot more concrete now. I also have a much better idea about Catwoman, nice twist. I've enjoyed the creative license you've taken with the story BG. Great job indeed.

tNC

[Phantasm]

A good read.
You obviously have a flair for writing and excpress your self very eloquently.The fic also has this amazing grasping ability, that you cannot stop till you read all the posts!
One thing i have to get off my chest is,you totally ignored Brucey! But that can be excused as this turns out to be a Dick and Babs story which has rarely anything to do with Bruce, from who's point of view it had started.Bruce, this is just my opinion, also seemed out of character, BUT that is no reason to complain at all as this is a story about bRUCE when he is not batman. I wonderd how he so quickly got adjusted to thsi new life.And there was absolutely no sparks when it cam,e to Selina and Bruce.You could have tried to put Andrea in the story.MAYBE that would have been better...
But GREAT JOB!!!!!!!

[The_NewCatwoman]

A good read.
You obviously have a flair for writing and excpress your self very eloquently.The fic also has this amazing grasping ability, that you cannot stop till you read all the posts!
One thing i have to get off my chest is,you totally ignored Brucey! But that can be excused as this turns out to be a Dick and Babs story which has rarely anything to do with Bruce, from who's point of view it had started.Bruce, this is just my opinion, also seemed out of character, BUT that is no reason to complain at all as this is a story about bRUCE when he is not batman. I wonderd how he so quickly got adjusted to thsi new life.And there was absolutely no sparks when it cam,e to Selina and Bruce.You could have tried to put Andrea in the story.MAYBE that would have been better...
But GREAT JOB!!!!!!!
Dude, are we reading the same story??? What do you mean BG ignored Bruce? And no sparks between Bruce and Selina? Are you looking for straightforward here? It's not exactly subtle, but it shouldn't be that hard to miss. I don't want to offend you, I was just wondering if you could give some examples to back up your argument, because I don't see where we're on the same page at all.

tNC

[Phantasm]

Yes, I assure u, we are reading the story, but we are also looking at it differently.
It seems more of a Dick Barb story to me.Selina is thrown in only as Bruce's love interest.And all I have to say about that is Andi would would have done a good job too.

[Dan Turpin]

Hello, Im Dan Turpin, long-time reader, first-time poster.

I have to say that Batgirl, you have done a tremendous job of capturing the entire aspect of Batman. The dark atmosphere, interesting charcters that we're all familiar with being taken in a somewhat differnet diection; it's all just incredible. This is the kind of writing that I wish they would have us read in school, (which says alot about your writing if you can keep the attention of a high-schooler)


Keep up the great work, and I look forward to your next post.

-Dan Turpin

[The_NewCatwoman]

Yes, I assure u, we are reading the story, but we are also looking at it differently.
It seems more of a Dick Barb story to me.Selina is thrown in only as Bruce's love interest.And all I have to say about that is Andi would would have done a good job too.
Oh, okay. I just wanted to know where you were coming from. I can see where you think Selina isn't getting that much face time. And on the Andrea thing, quite possibly, structuring a comprehensible story while at the same time explaining everything that's been going on since the movie and having it come out well... That is one hell of an undertaking. I know that I could never do their relationship justice, more than likely because I'm not that big of a fan.

tNC

[Batgirl]

Andi/Phantasm, this is a story devoted to Bruce, however, I am also taking the time to showcase the others. This is in a way, a "what if" story. I know my focus on Bruce has been on and off. I admit to feeling uncomfortable when it comes to dealing with him. You know Bruce-- he can be.... difficult. He barely agreed to do the story! ;) I need to shift every now and then to Dick or another character to make the plot come through. As for not including the Phantasm, well.... I never saw the film and haven't really gotten used to her, yet. I was always a big Selina/Bruce fan (the couple I focus on in the story). In this "world", Bruce's entire life has changed. He "wouldn't know" Andi. If you like, I can put in a cameo for you. Just give me her descrip. I want to thank you for your response, and don't worry, the focus will begin to focus back on Bruce soon. VERY soon. :insert wicked grin:


TNC and Dan, thank you so much! I love getting replies! I will begin work on Part... 19? :shrug: ... Shortly. :sweat: Everything is coming together. There's still a few more tricks and turns before the end, which will be followed by an Epilogue. I really want this to go out with a bang, so it may take a little more time. But I promise to deliver. Well, now that the update's done, keep your eyes peeled for the next installment!

-BG

[Phantasm]

nah!!!!!thanx a lot for the generous offer of including andi, but if she's not part of the story she's not part of teh story.It might just ruin the whole plot..soo no, it's your story anyway take it in any direction you want! i was just milddly wondering about andi being there too..that all!

[BeastBoyWonder]

Fantastic! Finally, the Batman's around and has something to do! Verrry interesting how this is gonna turn out, particularly with Barb and Dick...