Hey! I'm finally back! I hope you all enjoy! As always I only own my OC's. Anything Batman related belongs to the wonderful minds of DC.

The Narrows, the place every Gothamite tends to avoid, especially at night. The city's underground thugs and mobs resided here, and the night was their playground. The purr of a motorcycle echoed down a dark street, the only light coming from the lone headlight. Dark green eyes peered out of the helmet as they scanned the street for any hidden threats; not seeing any the rider pulled up and stopped outside of an apartment building that has seen better days. Shutting the motorcycle off, they swung their leg over the bike and headed towards the door of the apartment complex. Once they entered the building, the unknown person removed the helmet and smoothed down their braided hair. A mirror hung on the wall off to the side catching the woman's features; burgundy hair, dark green eyes and a fit, athletic build. The woman was dressed in dark wash skinny jeans that hung snuggly to her hips and paired with a black tank top, leather jacket and black flat-heeled riding boots.

The woman took the stairs two at a time until she reached the third floor. The hallway was dimly lit, but made it still possible to see. The woman casually strolled down the hall, eyes focused on the door at the end of the hall. Upon reaching the worn dark brown door she knocked and waited for an answer. The door swung open to reveal a slightly older woman with dark blonde hair and brown eyes. A younger version of the woman in the doorway stood behind her. The young girl's eyes widened as a smile grew on her face.

"Aunt Kenna!" The little girl ran and hugged the woman.

"It's nice to see you too, Katy." Makenna said, leaning down to pick the young girl up and kissing her on the cheek.

"What am I chopped liver?" The blonde woman joked as she crossed her arms and smiled.

She motioned for Makenna to come inside and closed the door as they all entered. Makenna set Katy on her feet and looked around the apartment. The kitchen was average sized for an apartment along with the family and dining room. She caught a brief glance at the bedrooms and noticed those were smaller than usual. Makenna turned toward the blonde.

"Brooke, you know you are welcome to stay with me until the divorce is finalized." Makenna murmured.

Brooke ran a hand through her hair as she heaved a small sigh and sat at the small kitchen table. "I don't want to be a burden. Your place isn't big enough for all three of us."

Makenna followed suit and took a seat as they watched Katy playing with her dolls. Makenna returned her gaze to her sister and reached out grabbing her hand.

"That won't be an issue anymore. Do you remember that penthouse I was looking into?"

"Yeah, what about it? I thought it was way out of your price range?" Brooke slowly replied as she looked to her younger sister.

"Let's just say I came into a bit of money. Don't give me that look! It was all legal I swear!" Makenna said as Brooke gave her a look. "Anyways, I was able to buy it and there is more than enough room for my sister and niece. You won't be a burden. Never have been, never will be. We look out for our own remember?"

Brooke smiled at Makenna's words. Ever since they were young they had always looked out for each other, their family included. They were only two years apart, Makenna was twenty eight and Brooke was thirty, but it was always Makenna watching out for her sister. It was supposed to be the other way around, the older sibling looking out and protecting the younger one, but Brooke's fight or flight instinct immediately went to flight mode. Brooke deliberated over the offer. Her divorce was almost finalize, but all the legal fees had drained her bank account. Her eyes shifted over at her daughter, Katy, as she sat on the floor playing with Makenna in front of the television. The smile that formed on her face was all the answer she needed knowing she wouldn't have to worry about anything happening to Katy. Brooke may even have a better chance at finding a job and possibly her own nice place once she had more stability. Laughter brought Brooke from her thoughts as she refocused on her daughter and sister and chuckled. Makenna was on her hands and knees crawling around while Katy sat on her back laughing. Brooke's mind was made up.

"Katy, sweetie, would you come here please? I have something to ask you." Brooke called gaining their attention.

Katy slipped off her aunt's back and ran over to her mother, climbing into her lap as her innocent brown eyes looked up. Makenna slowly followed and leaned against the chair she previously occupied.

Brooke smiled at Katy and rubbed her nose against hers as she spoke. "How would you like it if we moved in with Aunt Kenna?" she asked.

Katy beamed, showing her pearly white teeth and vigorously nodded her head. "Yeah! We're gonna live with Aunt Kenna!" she exclaimed with a clap of her hands.

Makenna and Brooke laughed as Katy hopped off her mother's lap and danced around the room in pure bliss.

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The hours flew by and before they knew it, it was midnight. Katy had fallen asleep around ten in Makenna's lap. Brooke stood from the couch and carefully scooped her daughter up taking Katy to her bedroom. As Brooke put her daughter to bed, Makenna picked up their dishes from the coffee table and rinsed them off in the sink. She heard the faint footsteps approaching and glanced over her shoulder as Brooke leaned against the wall watching her.

"You really didn't have to clean those." Brooke said stifling a yawn with the back of her hand.

"It's the least I can do since you'll be packing all day tomorrow. Speaking of which, I'll have a truck come by and pick up everything when you're ready." Makenna answered as she shut of the water and turned leaning against the sink.

Brooke's brows furrowed at her sister. "How did you know I was going to accept your offer? You'd be out the money for the moving truck if I had declined."

Makenna smirked, crossing her arms over her chest. "I took a gamble and prayed for the best."

Brooke rolled her eyes and shook her head as she pushed away from the wall. "Why don't you stay here for the night? You really shouldn't be out on the streets this late."

"Don't worry about me, Brooke, I'll be fine. Besides, I can't just leave my bike out there where it can be stolen."

"Brooke smirked, "How do you know it hasn't already been stolen?"

Makenna's smirk widened as she pushed away from the sink. "Because I would have heard them. The panic alarm is a wonderful thing." Makenna approached her sister and hugged her. "I'll be over around eight with boxes, tape and whatever else you'll need. Make sure you lock the door behind me."

Brooke hugged her back and walked her to the door.

"Please text me once you're home." Brooke said as she leaned against the door.

"Will do." Makenna replied giving her sister one more hug before walking away.

She stopped when she heard the door shut and listened as the deadbolt was thrown followed by the chain. Satisfied, Makenna continued down the hall toward the stairs and made her way towards the exit. She slipped her helmet on as she exited the building and cursed when she felt some rain drops. She quickly mounted her bike, started it and revved the engine before peeling away from the curb and making her way toward the bridge leading into the city.

Makenna came to a stop at a red light when a sleek black car stopped beside her with the top down. She cringed when she heard the high pitched laughter from the car and glanced over. Two women sat in the car with a familiar looking man in the driver's seat. His dark brown hair was slicked back as he brown eyes casually glanced at her. His Armani suit was pressed and to say he wasn't good looking was an understatement; he was handsome. Makenna quickly averted her gaze when his eyes caught hers, a smirk on his face, but his expression said something completely different. Boredom perhaps? She couldn't tell.

"Let's go, Bruce! The light's green!" One of the women chortled.

Makenna returned her eyes to the road and with a rev of the engine she flew away leaving them behind. As she went Makenna found her thoughts wandering back to the man as she pulled into the parking garage of her penthouse. So that was the infamous Prince of Gotham, Bruce Wayne. She parked and shut off her bike before climbing off and heading towards the elevator. Once enclosed in the elevator, Makenna pressed the button for her top floor penthouse. A rumble of thunder was heard as the elevator came to a stop and opening as Makenna strolled down the hallway towards her door. She unlocked it and stepped inside as the torrential downpour began. Makenna locked the door behind her as the room was illuminated by the city lights. She made her way toward her bedroom as she removed her jacket, tossing it onto the chair tucked in the corner of her room. She walked over to the bed and sat down as she unzipped her boots and kicked them off. The skinny jeans were next to be discarded only to be replaced by a pair of black lounge pants while she kept on the black tank top. Makenna pulled the navy, gray and light tan covers back and climbed in, curling up into a ball she slowly succumbed to the darkness of sleep.

Meanwhile, a couple blocks away sat Batman as he typed away at his computer trying to find anything on a local mob relation. A couple pictures appeared on the screen with names below. The first picture was of Darren Williams, a banker currently in the middle of a divorce from his soon to be ex-wife, Brooke Williams, nee Abshire. Another picture was of their six year old child, Katy Williams. However, the last picture grabbed his attention; it was of another woman, age twenty eight. Her name, Makenna Abshire, Brooke's sister.

"Master Wayne, I wanted to remind you of your meeting tomorrow morning with Mr. Fox." Alfred said walking up behind him.

"Thank you, Alfred."

"Abshire, that name sounds familiar." Alfred mused as he gazed up at the screen.

Instantly, Bruce turned to face Alfred but he was already walking away.

"What did you mean by that, Alfred?" He called.

Alfred stopped and glanced at him. "Might I suggest you look into Harvard Law, sir? I do believe the name Abshire is few and far between." With a knowing smile, Alfred resumed his walking and disappeared.

Bruce heaved a sigh as he returned to the computer, his elbows resting on the desk. Thinking over Alfred's suggestion he easily hacked into the Harvard Law database and search for any Abshire's. Only two results appeared, an older gentleman and a strikingly familiar woman. Makenna. He clicked on her name and found out the other result was her father, William. William was murdered eight years ago, the suspect being released due to a lack of evidence. Bruce continued to read through Makenna's file, including her recent job history when he found something interesting. From what he read, Makenna had quit her job as a lawyer to continue with her editing career. Why would be go from being a top defense attorney to an editor for a company? Higher pay or was she forced to quit? He hummed to himself before he printed the information he collected. Once everything printed he left the Batcave.

Bruce returned to his penthouse and deposited the folder of information on the table before walking to his bedroom. Alfred appeared from the kitchen with a towel in hand.

"Did you find what you were looking for, Master Wayne?" He inquired with a smile.

"As a matter of fact, I did. Thank you, Alfred." Bruce replied with a smile before closing the door to his room. His thoughts lingered on Makenna as he changed into sweats pants and climbed into bed.

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Hey everyone! I'm sorry for the long wait, but life got busy. I got married and am now finally settling down to write some more! I do hope you'll all enjoy what I have done and will do to this story. It probably won't live up to the first, but I can only hope. Anyways, thanks for reading and I'll be sure to post more soon!