Laura Dawes walked into the bank vault behind her boss, Jim Gordon. Anna Ramirez said, "He can't resist showing us his face." She held up a security picture of the man known as The Joker.

Gordon shook his head and mused, "What's he hiding under that makeup?" He walked further into the vault examining the emptiness. Laura merely observed his actions. He really didn't need her help. She turned to glance at the doorway and jumped. Batman stood just inside the door. Laura elbowed Gordon and he nodded at Ramirez. Anna left and asked the cops to follow. Gordon hands the photo of The Joker to Batman.

"Him again? Who were the others?

"Just another batch of small timers."

Batman pulled out a little device and began scanning one of the few stacks of cash. The machine beeped and he looked back at Gordon. "Some of the marked bills I gave you."

"Yeah, my detectives have been using them to make drug busts for weeks. This bank was another mob bank. That's 5 banks we've found. Got the load of their cash."

"Time to move in," Batman growled.

Laura pointed to the photo. "What about this Joker guy?"

Batman turned to her. "One man, or the entire mob? He can wait."

Gordon said, "We'll have to hit all the banks simultaneously. SWAT teams, backup, the whole nine yards."

Laura added, "When the new DA gets wind of this, he's gonna want in."

Batman looked at her, his eyes hard. "Do you trust him?"

Did she trust him? He was her older sister's new boyfriend. Didn't she pretty much have to trust him? Harvey Dent was a promising leader, she'd give him that, but trust…. "It'll be hard to keep him out," she turned to grab some of the left bank notes, "I hear he's as stubborn as you…" she turned back to the door, but he was already gone. She chuckled. "Gordon, have you figured out how he does that yet?"

"Not yet, Laura. You go on home. Nothing needs doing here. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Night, boss."

Laura went home to her apartment and fell into bed. She thought about calling Bruce, but it was late. He was probably out saving Gotham again. She fell asleep and dreamed of bats, love, and money.

The next morning, Laura rose earlier than usual so she could go visit Bruce before going in to work. She drove to the building and rode the elevator to the pent house where Bruce was currently residing until Wayne Manor was rebuilt. When she walked out, Alfred greeted her.

"Good morning, Miss Dawes. I assume you're here to see Master Wayne."

"You're psychic, Alfred."

"I was just taking him a spot of breakfast. I'm sure he'll be happy to see you." They walked into Bruce's room together, noted the made bed and emptiness of the room, sighed, and walked back out. They took separate vehicles to the Rail Yard, property of Wayne Enterprises. Alfred unlocked a chain on one of the freight crates and stepped in. Laura followed.

The floor sank beneath them and they entered a huge room below the yards. The Bat-Bunker as they so lovingly named it. Bruce was sitting at his computer system, staring intently at something he was doing with his arm. Alfred called out, "It'll be nice when Wayne Manor is rebuilt. You can swap not sleeping in a pent house, to not sleeping in a mansion." They reached him then and saw that he was stitching up his arm. "When you stitch yourself up, you do make an awful bloody mess."

Bruce replied, "But I learn from my mistakes."

"Well, you ought to be pretty knowledgeable by now, then, sir."

Laura sat a cup of coffee in front of Bruce as he continued. "My armor- I'm carrying too much weight. I need to be faster."

"I'm sure Mr. Fox can oblige." Alfred finished stitching up the wound. "Did you get mauled by a tiger?"

"It was a dog."

Laura glanced at him. "Huh?"

"It was a big dog. There were more copycats out last night, Laura. With guns."

"Perhaps you could hire one and take the weekend off."

"This isn't what I meant when I said I wanted to inspire people."

"I know, Bruce, but look at how things are improving."

Alfred added, "Look at the new DA!"

Bruce indicated his monitors. Most all of them showed Harvey Dent. "I am. Closely. We need to know if he can be trusted. Laura, I need you to do some investigating."

"Bruce, we've been over this. I'm not gonna spy on my sister and her boyfriend."

"I'm not asking you to spy… just, pry… a little. Maybe follow him…"

"Bruce!"

"I trust you're not having me followed on my day off, are you, sir?" Alfred interrupted.

"If you ever took one, I just might, Alfred." He walked to where a crisp, clean shirt awaited him. Laura winced, looking at the cuts and scars all over his back.

"Know your limits, Bruce."

"Batman has no limits."

"But you do!"

He swung the shirt on and answered, "Can't afford to know 'em."

"And what happens on the day that you find out?"

"We all know how much you like to say "I told you so"."

"On that day, Bruce, even I won't want to. Probably." She smiled faintly. He walked to her and kissed her forehead and then her lips.

"Have a good day," he murmured.

"Yeah," she sighed, "You too." He began walking away. "Hey!" He turned. "We still on for tonight?"

"Wouldn't miss it for the world." He blew her a kiss before getting on the lift to the surface. Laura helped Alfred clean up a bit and then left to report in for duty.