She doesn't sleep easy at night, if my bones aren't there along-side her. I don't like her to be worried, but even I have to admit it's useful when we both stumble around of a morning – everyone thinks it's a symptom of young love. Little do they know that I've spent the darkness hunting criminals.

She's no small skill at healing; been a doctor for many years now, almost more that I care to remember, Between Alfred and her, about the only thing that can touch me is Death, I think. I hope. We've managed to outfit a section of the Cave with just about every piece of medical equipment available – sometimes being Dr. Mrs. Wayne, wife of Bruce, has its advantages.

The world was stunned when we got married; play-boy American billionaire hopelessly in love with a foreign doctor with 'no money'? I tried to keep her from finding out, but she's seen the tabloids - got labeled 'gold-digger' pretty damn quick, but so far no-one's been stupid enough to say it directly in our hearing. Of course, innuendo is rife among the well-to-do that are Gotham's Finest. Not that either of us really give a damn; we know where her money went.

After nearly 10 years feeling trapped, treating street kids the one minute and the over-indulgent rich kids the next, she decided that there were places she could make a bigger difference. Her passion has always been to help those who couldn't help themselves, so she packed up and went away to the Third World Countries, where poverty and disease run even more rampant than in Gotham. That's where all the money went – into causes that everyone knows about, that everyone try's to contribute to, but they all know that that little bit isn't much, isn't nearly enough, but you know what? Maybe that's one less kid to die tonight. People, make us who we are; every broken person, every death, diminishes us.

It was one of the first things she ever said to me.

We met, not so long ago, really, when I was in the Third World on a rescue mission; a very promising young doctor had been kidnapped by local mercenaries and held for nearly 6 months. His rich Gothamite father drove Commissioner Gordon to distraction, until he finally called the Batman in. To find their base-camp was merely a step towards finding Carl Grissom; I guess you could say finding her was a bonus.