She was the youngest, the youngest of ten. Ten! Not only was she the youngest, but also the only girl. That's where the stereotypes began. She's youngest, there must be a lot of pressure on her right? She's the only girl, she must have her daddy wrapped around her little finger, right? And, of course, she's blonde; that must mean she's knows nothing of the family business, right? Wrong, there isn't a lot of pressure on her. Wrong, she doesn't have her daddy wrapped around her little finger. Wrong, she knows more about the business then some of her brothers. She just chose's to have nothing to do with it.

Knight Enterprises. One of the best business' in the world, but that is thanks to the fall of Wayne Enterprises. Now, one thing you must understand, is that the Wayne family and the Knight family are, or were, very close. Now all the Knight children pulled their weight within the family, yes even the daughter, and mainly kept to themselves; each doing their own thing. The eldest Son Jaeger, was the head of the family; and took care of sharing out responsibilities to his younger siblings and took care of the company. Next was Corrick, he lived a rather grand manor in Scotland with his wife, Camille and son, Eli. The third son was named Rory, and was without a doubt the favorite among many of his siblings. Rory, along with his younger sister, had chosen to live in Gotham. Travis was the next son, and he chose a career within the media. Marik was in the military and had a room on Frankie's, the next brother, house. He lived Germany with his wife Ellie and daughter Jess. Keiran went from one job to another as he traveled. Jaime, with younger brother Gavin, had joined a performing arts group. The youngest, and only sister, Hannah, lived in Gotham and was a police officer.

It had been three years, since the incident with the painted madman. Hannah could remember almost every second of it, the man had sent chills down her spine and his mad laugh still haunted her whilst she slept. Why was she thinking of this now? She should be happy, and proud! She was officially a part of the Gotham Police.

"Hannah?"

"Huh?"

"Coffee? You look like you could use it."

"Oh, no thanks. Just a bottle of water will do me."

Hannah watched, from the passenger seat of the squad car, as Officer Kent got out and went into the coffee shop. She had one of those feelings that it was going to be a long day, it could have something to do with her late night and early start. And it would go no quicker to the help of Kent, whom was flirting with a pretty brunette waitress. Hannah didn't like her partner that way, far from it. He was in his early 30s, and she in her early 20s; but he just wasn't her taste. Kent was what you would call a Womanizer. He could easily get a woman to go out with him, Hannah couldn't help but admit that he was good looking but she had to spend almost 10 hours with the man a day. She lay her head on the heat rest, as the car door slammed shut.

"Here, I got you a coffee anyway. " Handing her the cup he said, "I wasn't kidding, when I said you look like you could use it!"

"And here I thought you were a ladies man!" Hannah took a sip of the hot drink, and as the hot, bitter beverage hit the back of her throat, she scrunched her nose up in distaste. "Ugh! That's horrible, I don't know how you can stand it!"

Kent laughed at the young blonde, who quickly got out of the car to put the coffee in the bin. As she reentered the car, the radio went.

"10-30 in progress at Mansfield drive."

Hannah quickly belted up, as Kent hit the sirens and the two took charge of the roads, on their way. Upon arriving, Hannah felt like vomiting. A couple stood waiting for them, at the house they had been directed to. The woman was rather short with almost white blonde hair, hair a night dress that left nothing to the imagination and the man was kitted out in a suit, which looked it had been slept in. The two officers, got out and went straight to the couple, the man had his arms around the woman and seemed attached to her neck.

"We're soo sorry officers!"

Hannah made a face, which was gone in a second as Kent nudged her side. The woman had an incredibly high and shrill voice.

"It was all such a big misunderstanding! You see I'd left my keys in and Adam was trying to get in and I thought someone was trying to get in!"

"Well as long as you're both alright." Kent said to the couple.

The couple reentered the house and Kent and Hannah both turned back to the car.

"You might as well wake up Knight, It can only get better."

"Yea, you want a bet?"

Hannah rolled her eyes as she slammed her locker shut. It can only get better. Kent could not have been more wrong. Not on had it indeed been a slow days, but they seemed to get all the crap calls. Hannah would be glad when she finally got home, a nice hot bath was on the agenda. Exiting the room, she made her way to the door.

"Knight!"

"I have a name you know," turning round she saw it was officer Tyler Adams, he'd been around a year longer then her and had helped her in her days at the police academy.

"And I used it!"

"I meant first name Adams!"

"Well if you're going on last name terms Knight!"

"Alright, alright. What did you want any Tyler?"

"Well, Hannah," Tyler made a point to emphasize her name, "Drinks tonight?"

"I thought you gave that up after you graduated..."

"Huh..oh no! Not just us." Tyler chuckled, the blonde never let it die down that he had constantly asked her out during police academy. "You, me, Kent, Bracken and Blake."

"I really need a shower..."

"That you do! Go! I'll send one of the boys to pick you up in half an hour okay?"

There it is! I re-read the first draft of the two chapter I had up and it didn't make sense. So I decided to do it all again. Let me know what you think. Reviews please! x xx