Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Just Scarlett.

So, if you are wondering why the hell I didn't add the chapter I promised to ASOL2, I'll tell you. I felt there was no need. Therefore, it will be at the end of this story. Which is already finished, BTW. I found the movie online and redid it. Adding Scarlett into the mix. So, without further wait, here it is.

BTW, they are NOT together in this story. I repeat: not together.

"Good God, I hate this song!"

"I like it Miss, so pipe down!"

"New station please!"

"My car, my station."

"This is a taxi and it's not legally yours."

"Alright, enough with the fighting."

Rolling her eyes, Scarlett Falcone threw a glance to the person opposite her in the taxi and eyed her companion, Rachel Dawes. Rachel was giving her an amused expression but Scarlett simply shook her head and turned her body back around to stare out the window. The city of Gotham whizzed by her at an alarming speed but the young girl was too tired to care. She had been up the whole night, answering phone call after phone call. Most of the time it was Harvey. He was making sure his assistant had all that was needed for the trial the next day.

Scarlett pinched the bridge of her nose when she thought about it. Assistant to District Attorney Harvey Dent. She had quit Wayne Enterprises over six months ago. After she had decided to break it off Bruce Wayne. She still didn't like to think about it, but she knew it was for the best. They had been happy and in love for a short time. Scarlett had even let Bruce and Alfred stay in her home, while Wayne Manor was being rebuilt. However, the whole Batman business had taken a toll on her and Scarlett decided in May to leave Wayne Enterprises and Bruce. The stress had become too much and soon after, Alfred and Bruce moved out, Bruce bought a penthouse and was back to being his notorious playboy self.

After the breakup, and jobless, Scarlett had asked for her friend, Emily Charles' help in finding her a new one. Emily had referred her to the DA's office. Harvey Dent had been looking for an assistant and Scarlett had passed the interview with flying colors. It was only coincidence only that Harvey's girlfriend was Rachel Dawes, an Assistant DA and one of Bruce Wayne's closest friends. The two women had become friends quickly and they were two of the only people, besides Alfred, who knew Bruce's alter ego.

It was now October and the trial against Sal Maroni was scheduled for that day. However, the city was still reeling from the latest Joker attack. He had robbed a bank blind and the Gotham City Police, led by Jim Gordon, had been enlisting the help of Batman for months. So, even if Scarlett tried to forget Bruce, she couldn't. He was on TV and in newspapers almost every day. As the taxi cab came to a stop, Scarlett and Rachel paid the man. The driver thanked them and he opened his door before opening Scarlett's door for her. Rachel watched as she nodded curtly to him and walked briskly over to Rachel's door to open it. Rachel smiled in thanks and watched as Scarlett shoved her glasses on her face.

"They make me look smarter," Scarlett retorted.

"You can still see your face," Rachel said.

Scarlett playfully stuck her tongue out at her friend and shoved Rachel on the arm. They both glanced around and saw the various photographers and news stations that were camped out, waiting for the verdict. Scarlett squinted through the crowd but didn't see her employer. Turning to Rachel, she said, "Damn it. Where is Harvey?"

"He said he would meet us here."

"He's going to be late for his own trial. I am not prepared for if he does not show. I need a cigarette and my phone," Scarlett said, pulling a pack from her purse.

Rachel took her friends arm and said, "Relax, Scarlett. Don't light up because I know you only smoke when you are stressed. I know the briefs backwards and if worse comes to worse, you'll be my assistant and I'll question."

Scarlett nodded before shoving her cigarettes back into her purse. The two women then turned and began to make their way into the courthouse. As TV cameras were shoved into their faces, Scarlett could only imagine who was watching.

Across town, at a property owned by Wayne Enterprises, a black Bentley drove through the rubble and around to a secluded area of the dock. As the car was put into park and the ignition turned off, the door swung open and Alfred Pennyworth exited the car. Dressed in a black coat and carrying the morning paper. He closed the door before walking to a storage unit and opening it wide. As he stepped inside, he closed the hatch tightly and turned as the ground below him began to move down and into a brightly lit room.

Alfred waited till the floor stopped moving before he began to walk over to the man sitting in a chair at the very end of the room, in front of various computers and other electrical devices. He passed the Tumbler parked on the side and tables that had equipment sitting on top of them.

"Be nice when Wayne Manor's rebuilt. You can swap not sleeping in a penthouse to not sleeping in a mansion."

The man chuckled and continued to stitch himself up. The man in question was Bruce Wayne. As the old butler came up next to him he said, "Whenever you stitch yourself up, you do make a bloody mess."

"Yeah, it makes me learn from my mistakes."

Alfred set his things down and proceeded to take the needle and thread from Bruce.

"You ought to be pretty knowledgeable by now, then."

"My armor. Carrying too much weight. It needs to be faster."

"I'm sure Mr. Fox can oblige," Alfred retorted.

As he inspected the wound closer he said, "Did you get mauled by a tiger?"

"It was a dog."

"Huh?"

"It was a big dog," Bruce said, making a hand movement.

Alfred rolled his eyes and continued to sew the wound up. Bruce looked down at his hands before glancing back up at the computer screens. "There were more copycats last night, Alfred. With guns."

"Why don't you hire them and take the week off."

Bruce smiled slightly and said, "That wasn't exactly what I had in mind when I said I wanted to inspire people."

"I know. But things have improved. Look at the new District Attorney," Alfred said, finishing up the needlework.

Bruce glanced up at the screens that were playing surveillance tapes and changed one of them over. There was Harvey Dent, at a rally earlier in the week. In all his chin glory, Bruce thought.

"I am, closely. Need to know if he can be trusted."

Alfred nodded before he looked up on the screen and took notice of what was playing. There, playing in color was Harvey Dent, Rachel Dawes and Dent's assistant, Scarlett Falcone. Alfred smiled when he remembered the young woman and the kindness she had showed both himself and Bruce when she let them stay with her. However, that relationship was over and Bruce had moved on. Looking back down to Bruce, he saw the younger man paying no attention to the screen.

"Are you interested in his character or in his social circle," Alfred said, pointing to the screen.

Bruce glanced away from Harvey 's rally and over to where Alfred was pointing. His jaw clenched when he saw Scarlett. Her hair was up in a ponytail and her side swept bangs kept blowing into her eyes, causing her to fix them every few seconds. She was dressed in a black coat, that was tied closed, and a giant purse on her shoulder. Scarlett was walking with Harvey and Rachel and he watched as she put a cigarette to her lips before throwing it to the side. The breakup had taken a toll on him but he refused to admit it to anyone and that included her brother Alberto, who helped Bruce with Batman gadgets. Looking away from the screen he said, "Who Scarlett works for is her business."

He then hopped off the chair and over to grab a white business shirt from the side table. Alfred watched him and said, "I trust you don't have me followed on my day off."

"If you ever took one, I might," Bruce retorted before taking his black shirt off.

Alfred looked over the various scars on his back and said, "Know your limits, Master Wayne."

"Batman has no limits," Bruce said pulling on his shirt.

"Well you do, Sir."

"Well, can't afford to know them."

"And what's going to happen on the day that you find out?"

"We all know how you like to say I told you so," Bruce said, buttoning up his white dress shirt.

"On that day, Master Wayne, even I won't want to. Probably."

The courtroom was packed. Scarlett glanced around the room, eying up the people sitting on Maroni 's side. They were all stone faced and dressed in sharp clothing. Looking back toward the doors, she broke into a sweat since Harvey had still failed to make his appearance. Crossing her legs, Scarlett leaned forward and said, "Rachel, if he is not here in a minute, I am breaking out a cigarette."

"That's illegal," Rachel hissed, turning to Scarlett.

"I don't care."

Rachel smiled, turning away from her. Truth was, Rachel was nervous about Harvey showing up as well. She had one of the partner's next to her but she had hoped she wouldn't have to question anyone. Turning over to Maroni, Rachel saw him rocking his chair back and forth with not a care in the world. She eyed him and began to rock back and forth, in sync with him. Scarlett watched the scene with amusement but was caught by surprise when the courtroom doors slammed shut and a man's voice said, "Sorry I'm late, folks"

Scarlett looked up and smiled. Harvey Dent had finally arrived, much to her relief. He stopped next to her and leaned down to speak with her. As he did, Harvey glanced over to his girlfriend and watched her rocking back and forth. "Rachel's having fun."

"Where have you been? I was about to break out a cigarette in a court of law," Scarlett hissed.

"Is everything ready?"

"I slept three hours last night. So yes. Everything is ready."

Harvey smiled brightly at his assistant before walking through the swinging doors so he could sit next to Rachel. Rachel had stopped rocking back and forth and was examining some papers in front of her. She barely acknowledged him when he sat.

"Where were you?"

"Worried you'd have to step up?"

Rachel turned to him, a frown on her face and said, " Harvey, I know these briefs backwards."

"Well then, fair is fair."

Harvey then reached into his pocket and said, "Heads I take it; tails, he's all yours."

"Oh yeah? You wanna flip a coin to see who leads?"

"It's my father's lucky coin. As I recall, it got me my first date with you."

Scarlett snorted from behind the couple and Harvey turned to her and said, "What?"

"I wouldn't leave something like that up to chance," she replied.

Harvey then turned back to Rachel and flipped his coin into the air. It landed on his hand and Harvey covered it before he looked down at what side it landed on. He then looked back up at Rachel and said, "I don't. I make my own luck."

Rachel rolled her eyes as they both stood as the Judge entered and the trial began. Scarlett zoned out for most of it and the trial only perked her interest when talk turned to the Falcone Crime Family. Seeing as how her father had been the leader, Scarlett was bound to be interested.

"With Carmine Falcone in Arkham, someone must have stepped up to run the so called family."

Harvey turned back to the witness, who had a smug smile on his face. Scarlett wrinkled her nose at his current fashion choice.

"Is that man in this courtroom today?"

The witness nodded. Harvey turned back to Maroni and advanced on him, while keeping the witness talking. The DA had a smug smile on his face and Scarlett saw the witness nod his head again.

"Could you identify him for us please?"

"You win counselor. It was me."

Harvey's smile faded and he turned to Rachel. She shuffled through some papers before pushing one across the wooden desk, which Harvey snatched up quickly.

"I have a sworn statement, from you, that this man, Salvatore Maroni is the new head of the Falcone Crime Family."

"Maroni? He's a fall guy. I'm the brains of the organization."

"Bull," Scarlett muttered. This man didn't look brave enough to lead the Pledge of Allegiance.

"Permission to treat the witness as hostile," Harvey said to the Judge.

He then turned back to the crowd, as the witness pulled out a gun. Scarlett covered her mouth with her hand while Rachel shrank back against the beam separating the crowd from the attorney's.

"Hostile? I'll show you hostile."

Harvey turned back to the witness and held up his hands. Before the man could blink, Harvey had grabbed the gun and punched the witness in the face. The guards came forward as Harvey turned back to Maroni, unloading the gun.

"Carbon fiber, 28 caliber, made in China. If you wanna kill a public servant Mr. Maroni, I suggest you buy American," Harvey said, slamming the gun down on Maroni's table.

"Get him out of here," the Judge shouted to the guards holding the witness.

"But, your honor, I'm not done."

The courtroom erupted into some laughter followed by clapping. Scarlett snorted into her hand and leaned forward. "Looks like my father just gained a new inmate."

So what did you guys think? I like feedback and the honesty. I checked everything through and it seemed fine to me. If you have any questions, lemme know.