Hey everyone! well, I'm not sure where im going with this story. It just came to me so i wrote it down. Please let me know if there are any grammar or spelling mistakes. (I LOVE BATMAN AND PERSON OF INTEREST!) I most likely will continue the story, but if it doesn't get a lot of views or review, i may be a little slower to update. Reviews and criticism are always welcome. Thanks.

"Some men aren't looking for anything logical, like money. They can't be bought, bullied, reasoned, or negotiated with. Some men just want to watch the world burn." ~ Alfred Pennyworth

Reese made his way down the street, the wind biting at his coat. The sun broke over the horizon, the shadows starting to grow larger. Reese stopped for a moment, watching as the giant glowing sphere sent sunbeams in every direction while it illuminated the world. Checking his phone, Reese continued on his way to the old abandoned library. Looking around suspiciously, Reese entered the library making sure no one else was around. He made his way up the stairs to where his boss was waiting for him.

"Good morning, Harold." Reese said with a smile, walking to where Finch sat.

"Morning Mr. Reese." Finch responded, glancing at Reese. "We have another number."

"Who is it?" Reese asked, becoming serious.

"Bruce Wayne." Reese raised an eyebrow at the name.

"The playboy, industrialist, philanthropist billionaire who lives in Gotham City?"

"The same." Finch replied dryly.

"Why would the Machine give us his number?"

"I'm not sure. I'm trying to find any leads on who would go through the trouble to kill him."

"What makes you say he is the victim?" Reese asked suspiciously. Harold hesitated, not sure what to tell Reese.

"Just trust me. He's the victim." Reese shook his head, not excepting the answer.

"Finch, how do you know he's not planning anything? We can't just assume that he's the victim."

"John-"

"Tell me Finch." Reese interrupted. Finch sighed, realizing that there was no way out.

"Mr. Wayne and I are," Finch paused, trying to collect his thoughts. "Old friends, I guess. I know him…well. And I know for a fact that he is not the perpetrator." Reese knew that Finch was still hiding something, but he let it slide. He would find out later.

"So where do we start-" Reese was interrupted by the sound of Finch's cell phone ringing. Finch answered it quickly, and Reese turned his attention to the article on Finch's computer about Bruce Wayne's latest activities. As he skimmed the article, he heard Finch talking to the caller.

"Hello to you too. Really? When? It doesn't matter to me. Yeah, why? Of course, I'll see you then." Finch ended the call and Reese gave him a questioning look.

"Who was that?" Reese asked curiously.

"Believe it or not, that was actually Mr. Wayne." Finch responded.

"What did he say? Why did he call you?"

"He didn't say. He did say though that he wanted to talk to me about something urgent."

"When?"

"Tonight." Reese shook his head, not really believing what he was hearing.

"He's coming to New York?"

"No, I'm visiting Gotham," Finch replied and continued before Reese could say anything. "I'm meeting him for diner, and hopefully I can get some idea about why he is the victim." Reese nodded slowly, thinking the plan over in his mind.

"What do you want me to do? I'm going to assume I this isn't going to be a normal case." Reese contemplated and Finch nodded.

"I'm not sure." Finch said honestly. "Even though he doesn't seem like it, Mr. Wayne is a very private person."

"An immensely private billionaire? Sounds like you guys are best friends." Reese joked, and Finch gave him an annoyed look.

"You can go home if you want, Mr. Reese. There's not a lot either of us can do right now. We don't have any information, and we don't have any leads." Reese hesitated, not wanting to simply go home, but he accepted the fact that he couldn't do anything.

"I'll be back later Finch." Reese said as he turned and left.

ooOoo

Reese made his way back to the library around five-thirty. He hated not doing anything, and he had spent the majority of the day wondering around New York aimlessly. As he walked back to the library, questions about how Finch could know Bruce Wayne flowed through him. Finch had mentioned that they were old friends, but when could Finch have possibly met him? They were both extremely wealthy, but the world thought Finch was dead, so that lessened the chance of them meeting at a fancy party. Mr. Wayne and I are… old friends. There was something about the way Finch had said that. There was something more to the story. A lot more. Perhaps they met long ago, before Finch was Finch. Maybe even before Finch had become Wren. Reese's thoughts stopped suddenly, as he realized that he had walked right past the library. Annoyed, he turned around and walked back to the library.

As Reese walked back into the library, he found Finch still at his desk staring at the computer screens.

"Good to see you again, Finch." Reese said politely.

"Same to you John." Finch stood up slowly as he replied.

"When are you meeting him?" Reese asked.

"In an hour."

"It takes a lot longer than an hour to drive to Gotham."

"Who said I was driving?" Finch asked with a sly smile. "Private jets are much faster. I'll be in touch with you." Finch said as he walked out the door. Reese watched him go and shook his head.

"Rich people." He muttered to himself.

ooOoo

Finch walked into the restaurant calmly, but his mind was alert. His eyes shifted around, looking for anything out of the ordinary. He smiled though as he saw a waiter came over to him.

"Can I help you sir?" He asked politely.

"Yes I'm looking for Mr. Wayne."

"Mr. Wayne has been expecting you. Please follow me." Finch followed the waiter through the restaurant. It was an extremely fancy restaurant, but Finch was thinking about seeing Bruce Wayne again. It had been less than a year since he had last seen his old friend, but a lot had happened in that time. Finch snapped back to reality as the waiter opened one of the doors in the back and held it open for him.

"Mr. Wayne is waiting inside." Finch nodded thanks to him and walked inside.

"Mr. Wren. Nice to see you again." Bruce Wayne said, standing up from a table he had been sitting at.

"Same to you, Mr. Wayne." Finch responded with a smile. The old friends embraced each other.

"Have a seat," Bruce said, gesturing to the table. Finch sat down opposite of his old friend and looked around, slightly paranoid. They were completely alone and there were no cameras as far as he could tell.

"Harold, I need your help." Bruce said seriously and Finch nodded.

"I suspected that. It told me." Finch replied, and Bruce nodded understating completely.

"I have reason to believe that someone is going to try to kill me."

"Do you have any leads?" Bruce shook his head.

"I was out late the last couple of nights and heard some rumors on the street, but they are all dead ends." Finch nodded and thought for a moment.

"Well Bruce, I can give you my word that I'll try my best to help you figure this out." Bruce smiled a nodded a thanks.

"I've heard some rumors about a guy in a suit preventing crimes in New York." Bruce said, changing the topic to lighter news and Finch smiled.

"Yes. And he's quite good at it."

"So you guys work as a team?" Bruce asked and Finch nodded.

"I've heard that the streets of Gotham are becoming safer." Finch mentioned with a sly smile and Bruce shrugged.

"Why a bat?" Finch asked suddenly.

"Why a bird?" Bruce returned.

"Touché" Finch replied. Bruce thought for a moment before speaking.

"Bats scare me." He confessed quietly.

"Well, I'm not afraid of birds." Finch joked "But..." Finch's voice trailed off, memories coming back to him. Bruce nodded his understating.

"I know." He said. They both sat in silence, think about the past. After a moment, Bruce broke the silence.

"Well, I'm starving. Let's order some food."