Happy Pezberry week everybody! Who's excited about this week? Because I am.

First up: AU.

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"RACHEL! Let's go! You've got to do better than that!" I heard from the dark corner of the room. I let out a breath of frustration before turning around and sprinting forward. Again. For like what? The twentieth time? So for the twentieth time, I sprinted right into the obstacle course. First came the jump. Easy enough. Straight up for air. Hands grab the top for support. One foot on the wall for leverage and strength for pull. Then up and over. Piece of cake.

Next came the water jump. A little bit harder considering that the length of the jump was probably longer than I am tall but years of training had prepared me for such a thing. I ran with conviction straight for the pit full of murky, questionable water but just like always, iwas hit with a new obstacle. This time, a metal slab appeared in front of my face. I ducked it with ease but just as I turned my head slightly to make sure I had cleared it completely, I felt something hit both my shins at the same time and I was face first in the sludge. Damn. "Rachel! Get yourself together! Again!" I wiped my face and eyes (which stung like hell) before pushing up for the pit and rising to my feet. "Can't we take a break?" I asked, already knowing the answer but trying my luck anyway. "We've been at this for 3 hours now without stopping and I'm just really,"

"What? Tired?" I wanted to say yes but not seeing his face, made him all the more intimidating. So I just bowed my head and continued to clean off bits of water sludge off my body. "So you're tired, huh? Are you going to say that you're tired when there are 10 men attacking you from every side without giving a damn about you being small? Or a girl?"

"No," I said, quietly.

"Are you going to say that you're tired when chasing after a much bigger, much stronger, much faster criminal? Are you going to let them get away just because you're tired?"

"No."

"Well then do it again. And be better." That's when I lost it.

"But I'm doing my best!" I couldn't take the verbal assault anymore. I was tired. My body ached. My head was spinning. I hadn't eaten in hours and the minute I asked for a damn break, he wanted to give me grief?

"Well you're best isn't good enough!"

"Then what do you want me to do?"

"Do better." I was about to continue arguing when I heard the elevator ding.

"Oh Master Bruce, give the girl a break. She's been working hard all day." I knew I loved that old man for a reason.

"But Alfred, how am I supposed to know that she can protect herself and others for someone like the Penguin, Catwoman or worst, the Joker if she is not prepared?" Not prepared? The hell I wasn't.

"Bruce, you've been training her for 3 years now. I think she's more than prepared. It's just for one night."

"One can never be too prepared."

"But one can be too fatigued. So, Rachel," I looked up at the old man after my heart, "how about you come upstairs and take a shower whilst I prepare you a nice vegan dinner?"

"You were always my favorite Alfred," I said, slowing walking towards the elevator.

"Fine. You can rest for the night but tomorrow we pick this up," Bruce yells at us as Alfred and I enter the elevator. "And what type of hero is a vegan anyway? Dick, Tim and Barbara all loved a good burger."

"Well this Batgirl is vegan. Deal with it."

"Alfred, what's going on with him?" I asked as I sat down in the one of the stools by the kitchen island. "I mean, he's been pushing me like I just got here."

"Crime has increased in Gotham in the last few months," the old man said, strolling over to the fridge. "Both The Penguin and Catwoman have kicked up on their usual antics. The Riddler just robbed another science lab. That's a lot to take on for just two people. Especially with Tim away with the Titans."

"Yeah. I hear you. But it seems like nothing I ever do is good enough for him anymore? It seems like,"

"Would you like Italian or Caesar?" Alfred interrupted, peering from behind the refrigerator door.

"What?"

"Salad dressing, dear."

"Oh. Ummm, Italian," I decided.

"Good choice. Oh and go on." I had almost forgotten what I was saying. Oh yeah.

"Right. Look, I get that things are getting crazy around the city but we've been cleaning up these streets together for the last three years and I'm an adult now so he should know that I can take care of myself."

"That's not going to stop him from pushing you. He cares too much." I leaned up against the island on my elbows and rested the side of my face on my hand.

"Weird way of showing it."

"Well you know Master Bruce and his inability to show affection. His mother was the one who showed him any tenderness." Hearing the word mother made me cringe. And Alfred must have picked up on it because he placed the plate of salad in front of me and said, "Do you miss them?" I looked at the salad and nodded.

"Everyday." I didn't want to talk anymore about losing my parents and thankfully, the old man didn't push. He just looked at me affectionately before going to the sink, washing his hands and drying them on his apron. All the while, I just poked at my salad with my fork. Just the mention of my parents made me lose my appetite. "So, are you still going to go on that date tonight?" Shit!

"Date! Santana! I totally forgot!" I practically fell out off the stool scrambling to get to my room.

"I'll take that as a yes?"

"Alfred," I said running towards the stairs, "if she calls, tell her I'm running late because I had a dance class that ran late and I'll be ready as soon as I can."

"Yes, Miss Rachel. Will do." I sprinted up the very long stair case that led to my room and when I finally stopped at my door, I realized how worn down my body really was. How the hell was I supposed to go on a date with such a gorgeous woman when my body probably looked like a splotchy, bruise ridden punching bag with as much mobility as someone in a body cast? So much for getting some "special alone time" with Santana.

At that point, I had two options. I could make up some lame excuse and cancel on her. Again. For the third time that week. OR. I could suck it up and go and hope she didn't notice me limping or slowly losing feeling in my legs. And arms. And torso. And head. Hell, my whole body was falling apart. After several minutes of awkwardly standing in the middle of my very spacious room playing ping pong with my thoughts in my head, I finally decided to go on the date. I mean, why the hell not spend the end of such a grueling night with a smoking hot business woman?

Wondering who this mystery woman I'm talking about? Well allow me to provide you with some back story. I had been casually seeing this 25 year old Latina named Santana Lopez for a few weeks. And she was literally sex on legs and the moment I saw her; I was smitten. We met at one of Bruce's fundraisers for Wayne Enterprises. She was there as an independent investor and boy, did she bring a breath of fresh air into such a stuffy room. While everyone was dressed in black tuxedoes and conservative cocktail dresses, she walked in with a tight, mid thigh length, purple halter top dress. Her hair was down and styled so that a bang hung over one eye. When the visible eye looked across the room and met mine; I literally stopped breathing. Even from across the room, I could feel the intensity of her gaze. I was like she was sizing me up, judging me and checking me out all at the same time. I was frozen in my spot next to the grand foyer and when she gave me a soft smile and a wink; I melted. I watched her for the rest of the night; casually gliding (or at least, that's what it looked like to me) between investors and lawyers and other important people, talking to them with no effort at all. It was like she was the host of the party and not Bruce. She had everyone's attention and I swear she didn't even notice. Or maybe she did and relished in it but I couldn't tell. Either way, it was like I was hypnotized by her very presence and every now and then, she would look my way and give me the same soft smile and wink. I still had the image of her in my head long after she was gone.

For the rest of the night, i thought the sexy mystery woman from the investor's party but when she showed up at the front door of the mansion the next morning; my world shook. She was dressed in a light blue v-neck tank top, black leather jacket, black jeans and black motorcycle boots. I almost didn't recognize the caramel skinned woman on my porch with hair tied in low ponytail and shades on but when she took her aviators off and looked at me with those dark chocolate eyes I had been staring into all the night before; I instantly remembered. "Rachel, right? From the party?" It was the first time I had heard her voice and dear Lord, if it wasn't the sexiest thing that had ever graced my ears. The perfect combination of raspy and sensual. Just thinking about hearing that voice whispering into my ear at night, I forgot she was actually talking to me. "Rachel, right?"

"Huh?" Way to act like a clueless teenager. Well, I was 19 at the time but still I was acting like a 12 year old home schooled kid. She must have sensed my nervousness because she let out a small laugh. Did I mention that even her laugh was sexy? "You're Rachel, right? Bruce's kid?" she asked again.

"Yes. Rachel. I'm Rachel. That's me. Rachel." Best way to flirt: ramble like an idiot. Works every time.

"Well hey Rachel. I'm Santana Lopez. From the party last night."

"Yes. I remember seeing you." A LOT.

"Yeah well I remember seeing you there too." She took a step towards me and leaned against the door post on her shoulder. "So look, this may be incredibly random and incredibly direct since this is the first time we've actually spoken and I don't know a thing about you but you're name and I may be way off base here but,"

"Off base about what?" I asked, interrupting her adorable rant.

"I hope I'm not off base in assuming that the way that you were looking at me last night was not in the platonic sense. Because trust me, I wasn't looking at you that way." And there went the air from my lungs again. Was she seriously coming on to me? Out of the blue? Instead of questioning it, I took a step closer and stood right in front of her. "No, you were not misinterpreting my actions," I said, watching her expressions carefully.

"Well good because driving all the way over here to ask you out would have been a serious bust if you weren't in the least bit interested." Oh trust, I was interested.

"So you came over here on the off chance that some random girl you saw at a party once would be interested enough to go out with you?" I asked.

"Too presumptuous?"

"Lucky for you; no."

So after that, she took me out to lunch at her favorite Italian restaurant that luckily and curiously had a vegan menu so I got to eat something more than a salad. We talked and had been talking for weeks since that day. But the weird thing is that even though we talked, I didn't actually know some of the most basic things about her. I mean, I knew little things. Like, what her favorite food was (meat lasagna and garlic bread sticks, "because what's better than breadsticks?"), what her favorite type of music was (R&B and Soul), what type of movies she liked to watch (horror/slasher flicks, "because sometimes good doesn't win and the bad guy can get away"), what side of the bed she likes to sleep on (I'll let you guess as to how I know that), what her favorite color is (black, "because it is the slick, mysterious and can hide any and every flaw") and even what type of motorcycle she likes to ride (Kawaski Ninja, "because is there any one else that matters?"). Though it was nice to know such little things that made Santana Santana, I didn't know anything about where she worked, who her family was, and who she was being an investor for. Any normal person wouldn't have given that much thought after only a few weeks of seeing the person but I had been living in the Batcave with the world's greatest detective. Something was just off and I was determined to find out what.

Just when I was about to throw on my outfit for a evening of dancing, I heard the phone in my room ring from the wall by the door. "What's up, Alfred?" I asked, picking it up.

"Miss Rachel, I have a Miss Lopez on the phone for you."

"Ok. Thanks Alfred." I waited for the click that indicated that the line had been switched over. "Santana?"

"Hey Bright Star," I smiled at the nickname. Tell someone you dreamed of being a big singer when you were younger and they immediately come up with a nickname. I liked it though.

"Hi Santana. Are you here yet?"

"Um, about that. I can't make our date tonight." I felt my entire mood drop.

"Really? Why?" I asked not even bothering to hide the disappointment in my voice.

"I have some work I have to attend to that needs to be done tonight."

"What kind of work?"

"You do know that curiousity killed the cat? Do you want to take that risk?" Um, what?

"Excuse me?" I heard her laugh loudly and then I was really confused.

"I'm just kidding, Rach. No need to worry your cute little ass. It's just some work that I thought one of my co-workers could handle on their own but of course, Super Santana has to save the day."

"Super Santana? Sounds like at hero name. You wanna be a hero now?" I asked purely for fun.

"Oh please. I'm much better at being bad." Damn that voice. I swallowed that giant lump that had magically appeared in my throat so loud, I swore she heard me. "So look, I gotta go take care of this. Rain check on our date?"

"Of course," I said, after regaining the ability to speak.

"Cool beans. I better go. Have a good night Rach."

"I will. And you too."

"Trust me; I will." Before I could say goodbye, she hung up. Suspicious but not a major cause for concern.

So with no date and no more training for the rest of the night, I took a long hot shower to sooth my sore body. Then I changed into a pair of sweats and a tank top and prepared for a nice relaxing evening in front of our amazingly gigantic TV with a glass of wine (no one had to know I'm wasn't 21 yet) and a movie. But just like the way the rest of my day had been going, my plans for rest and relaxation was preempted by my favorite red light flashing above the TV screen. So much for that. Time to get to work.

"So why did we split up again? I thought this was a co-op mission?" I asked into my communicator as I scaled the side of the Gotham National Bank. You see, right as I prepared for my movie night, Bruce got an alert in the Batcave indicating that there was a break in at the bank. Again. I swear criminals need a new place to rob. But I digress. "The scanners indicate that there are multiple perps inside. Some to in the north and some in the south. I take the north and you take the south. That is… if you're ready." Not this shit again. I rolled my eyes. "Batman, you know that I am," I stated.

"Well show me you are because the scanners say that there are at least 3 right inside that window you're about to crawl through."

"Gotcha."

"Be careful and stay alert."

"Always." I peered into the window that Bruce was talking about and sure enough, there were three very large men walking the in the hallway. Easy enough. Making sure to keep myself steady on the ledge outside the window, I quietly cut a hole in the glass with my mini laser just big enough to toss in a small smoke bomb inside. It took three seconds to detonate, 4 seconds for me to jump through the glass of the window and 20 seconds for me to take down the perps. Take that Bruce.
So far, so good. I had been stalking about the inside the bank for about 15 minutes and nothing had pounced out of any dark corners, I hadn't been shot and Bruce hadn't called to inform me that the situation had escalated. Unfortunately, he also hadn't informed me that the problem had been resolved so I still had my guard up. But clearly not enough because I felt something thin touch my ankles and the next thing I knew, I was on my face. I really hate landing on my face. I tried to scramble to get on my feet as fast as possible but something was still around my ankles so I fell again. Dammit. "Looks like the Cat's got the Bat stuck in the spider's web." I knew that voice. I had heard it quite a few times on the job and I cringed every time.

"Catwoman."

"The one and only." She emerged from a corner in classic villainess fashion. The black of her hair almost matching the black leather of her cat suit. The black leather cat mask covering most of her face and the dark makeup on her eyes made them almost onyx. Despite the fact that the woman in standing above me was constantly trying to kill me; I still thought she was quite beautiful. Beautiful but deadly. "So, where's Papa Bat?" she asked sauntering up to me.

"Around somewhere." Probably shouldn't have said that because she laughed and crouched down in front of me. I started to try to pick myself up to put up some sort of a fight even without the use of my legs but she quickly pulled an 6 inch army combat knife from her side and brought it to my neck. "If you move; I will not hesitate to add a Cuban necktie to your fashion accessories," she threatened. I froze. Might as well do as she said to stay alive long enough to come up with a way to beat the cocky bitch. "Good girl. Now since your better half isn't here and my partner is busy removing the money from the bank, I feel that this is a perfect opportunity to get better aquainted with the girl bat."

"Batgirl," I corrected.

"Like it matters. So listen female flying rat, I'm getting really tired of you and your babysitter crashing all of my business transactions. How would you feel if someone was always interrupting your business meetings at what ever job you possess?"

"I don't have a job."

"No?" she seemed almost surprised and I was wondering when the hell Bruce was going to check on me. Normally he would check in every 5 minutes but for some reason; his end was silent. I was on my own for real. "Well that's cute."

"What do you want?" The time to move things along had come.

"Straight to the point, huh? Looks like the girl bat's grown a pair since the last time we met. Man bat whipping you into shape?"

"What do you want?" I asked again, growing irritated with her condescending and mocking tone.

"Well for starters, a manicure because mine is seriously in need of a touch up," she said looking at the diamond nails at the ends of her gloves. I rolled my eyes and she must have seen because she laughed again. That laugh, unlike the first one, seemed more natural and less maniacal. But something about it seemed oddly familiar. "Okay, well I also want something from inside of this here bank," she continued after she finished laughing.

"What?" I asked.

"Now why would I tell you that?"

"Because I thought we were getting better acquainted."

"Nice try girl bat." Just then, there was a loud explosion hear from downstairs that shook the ground we were on and that was my moment. I quickly batted the knife from her hands and using my ballet training, pulled a backwards tumble to create distance between us. My feet were still tied but at least I i din't have a knife to my neck anymore. She hopped up and pulled a gun from her back pocket (which I'm still not sure how she got a gun is such a tight outfit.) "Nice moves, girl bat," she said, aiming the gun at my head. Damn.

"It's Batgirl," I said, standing my ground (sort of).

"Like it matters. Now that was my queue to make my exit so if you wouldn't mind standing right there while I escape; I would love it." God, I wanted to punch that sexy (what it was) smirk off her face but I wasn't taking a bullet that day. Too many plans for the future to die during a simple bank robbery.

With gun still pointed, she stalked over to the window I burst through initially. "I scare you, don't I?" she asked out of the blue, with one foot out the window. I wanted to say no but I couldn't lie with her staring me down with those dark eyes of hers. Instead, I opted to not say anything at all. "Too presumptuous?" My head shot up. Why did that saying sound so familiar? "Oh well, gotta go before the man rat appears to save your cute little ass."

"Wait!" I shouted before she was completely out the window. Don't ask why but I had a hunch and I needed to test it. She stopped and waited for me to say something. "With all your skills, why not join our side and be a hero?" She stared at the gun in her hand for a moment, likely deciding on how to answer the question. Eventually she lowered the gun and answered simply, "Oh please. I'm much better at being bad." That's when it hit me. The laugh. The body. The eyes. The way she spoke. The disapparences. The cancelled dates. The unknown job. The mysterious business partners. Everything fit into place but yet it still didn't make sense at all. "Santana?" I said as she turned to leave again. She visibly tensed in her shoulders and she hesitated before leaping out of the window.

"Batgirl! Batgirl come in!" Nice timing Bruce. Wait till I find out that my sort of girlfriend is Catwoman to contact me.

"I'm here," I answered.

"Good. I have the Penguin detailed in the north wing of the bank. Any word on Catwoman?"

"Um, no," I lied. "It's been quiet over here the entire time. She must have slipped away. You know how good she is at that."

"Well, we'll get her next time. Meet me in the front of the bank."

"Can do." I bent down and picked up the army knife from the floor and used it to break the rope around my feet. Taking a better look at it, I noticed that it wasn't just any army knife. It was a M6 bayonet. I also noticed some lettering on the handle. SML. I hadn't learned Santana's middle name but the S and the L was enough to convince me. I was dating Catwoman. Batgirl was dating Catwoman. Oh Bruce wasn't going to be happy about that.

Hope you all enjoyed.

A/N: Who else is more in love with Santana/Naya after watching last night's episode? So much respect for her calling Will out on his accidental racism and boy was she sexy in La Isla Bonita (and to the people who have something to say about Naya's Spanish, she doesn't speak Spanish so she's doing her best singing in a language that is not her native tongue. So hush!)

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