This is my first story I've put on here! Aren't you guys just so proud of me? Well, on to the nitty gritty. I was reading this collection of drabbles on here called "Psychodroning" by John Locke, which are written by using the first sentence of every tenth page (10, 20, 30, etc.) of any book. Well, I thought that was a pretty nifty idea, so I borrowed it and wrote these. They're not so much drabbles as they are micro stories, but I liked how they turned out, and so I decided to finally put them on here.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything from Batman (but if the Joker was on eBay, I would buy him in a second!!!), and so I can't take credit for that. Which sucks. And all first sentences are taken from Michael Crichton's "Prey." Also, I'd like to give credit for this idea to John Locke. 'Woot' to you, John!

This first story is a sort of "what-if" scenario. I guess you could call it an "Elseworlds" tale, but I don't really know that much about "Elseworlds," and I only concentrate on one thing changing. Remember, kids, reviews are appreciated! Enjoy!

For All We Know

The doctor said there was nothing for me to do; they would wake her up every half hour during the night. Her breathing had stabilized and the baby was going to be fine. I snuck one last glance at Jeannie before they closed the door, blocking my view. Feeling somewhat lost, I trudged off down the hall, exhausted, but overjoyed. Nine months of waiting and we finally got to see the fruits of our labor. Well, the fruits of her labor, anyway. Stopping midway down the corridor, I noticed a sign that said 'chapel' suspended above a doorframe. I'd never been overly religious, but I figured that it might at least offer some peace and quiet. Opening the door, I walked in to see a man already sitting in the front pew. He looked up as I entered, and I immediately felt like an intruder.

"Sorry," I mumbled under my breath, turning to leave.

"No, please," the man said, "It's no problem."

"You sure?" I asked uneasily.

"Yeah." Shrugging, I let the door shut behind me. The guy looked truly miserable, so in the spirit of good will, I walked up to the front and sat down next to him.

"D'you care if I ask who you're in here for?"

"No," her replied, his dark hair covering his eyes slightly, "I have a friend in the ICU."

"That's awful," I said with genuine concern, "What happened?"

"He got caught up in a motorcycle accident."

"I'm sorry." We sat there in silence for a good long time, enjoying the peace of the chapel, until the door creaked quietly open. Looking up, I saw my wife standing there. My surprise must have been obvious because she laughed quietly as the baby slept blissfully in her arms. Glancing at my watch, I saw that it was nearly 2:38 am. I'd been in there for nearly two hours.

"Tell your friend to get well soon for me, okay?" I said to the man as I stood up.

"Thanks," he smiled up at me. I walked to the doorway, putting an arm around Jeannie. I ran a hand over the baby's soft hair, noting the bright blue eyes that would flutter open from time to time. He had his mother's eyes. Exiting the chapel, we headed towards the lobby.

"I'm guessing you're feeling better, then," I grinned.

"Yep," she nodded, "The doctor said I was ready to go home and that we shouldn't have anymore problems from here on out." I sighed in relief.

"Good Lord, you women are tough." She laughed as we got to the front desk. Checking out, we headed outside and to the car.

"So what did Mr. Wayne have to say to you, honey?" she asked as I opened the door for her.

"Is that who that was?" I asked, feeling slightly dim for not recognizing him, "Well, I dunno. He said he had a friend in the ICU." I crossed to my side and got in, starting the car.

"I wonder if it was his ward. You know, that Grayson boy."

"Eh, as quiet about it as he was, it could have been the Boy Wonder for all we know."

Well, that's it for chapter one, I hope you liked it! Please review and tell me what you think!