"That won't do," Alfred, butler to Bruce Wayne said with a scowl as he stared at the glowing computer screen full of women's profiles. All of whom were possible romantic matches for his young master. Another pic and profile popped up automatically as soon as he deleted the one he'd just seen, making him cringe a bit as he gaped in open mouthed disbelief at the picture. The face was nice, the education too...but the body...made her look like she was sixty instead of twenty four. "No, no, no, no," He said as he shook his head and deleted the pic and profile. "Not that one either."

He sighed and sat back in his seat and pinched the bridge of his nose in an effort to stem off the headache he felt coming on as an ache began to form behind his eyes. He should have known that he was asking for trouble when he had taken up the momentous task of trying to find his young master a possible bride now that he was of the age to marry.

But had he listened to his own objections?

Noooo- And it was all her fault.

His master's latest girlfriend, Anna. She was by far the prissiest, bitchiest most obnoxious woman he'd ever met before in his life! She had no respect for master Bruce, in fact she had been caught cheating on him several times by the local paparazzi. And when his master had asked her about each time, she had lied to him.

Lied!

Now his master may only be a man, and have some blind spots when it came to the fairer sex...but her stories hadn't even been consistent. And his master wasn't a fool, so just what exactly did he gain from keeping the witch around?

Was it the sex? He wondered before automatically pushing that thought firmly aside with an shudder. Ew. He hoped that wasn't why his master kept the woman around because if so- their relationship would inevitably lead to marriage and... His mind went blank as he looked back at the computer screen, at the image and profile now displayed there.

Oh my- He thought as he leaned forward in his seat a little bit.

This particular young lady was beyond lovely with her unblemished milky white skin, the facial features and figure that would make super model's jealous. She had wide, innocent pale green cat-like eyes, and mid back length curly dark brown hair.

Eyes scanning over the profile a little more, he noted her name, age and educational background.

Sara Lyn Jenson was her name. And what a fetching name for such a pretty creature. Age, twenty eight. Graduated from Gotham High, went to a local college for two years. Majored in Creative writing, and nursing. Apparently she hadn't been able to make up her mind on whether she wanted to work in the medical field or elsewhere.

However down at the bottom of her profile she had written a comment explaining the why of the nursing classes. She had needed as much knowledge as possible to take care of her elderly parents. Which was why she had only completed two years of college classes before she had had to stop.

Below the comment was another post, an update indicating that both of her parents had died three years ago.

The poor thing. Alfred thought as he quickly typed out a friendly- though not too friendly- he didn't want to come across as creepy; greeting. And then sat back again to wait for a reply.

He waited for maybe an ten minutes before receiving a short, wary- yet friendly reply to his greeting. Smirking a bit as he leaned forward in his seat again, he began to set the wheels of fate in motion as he got to know the young lady a bit.