"Marti darling, come on." Andrea urged as she slipped her mask into her purse.

"Where is Theodore Mommy?" Her young daughter questioned desperately, from down the hallway.

Looking to the couch, in the center of their penthouse suite, she spotted the well loved teddy bear teetering off the edge of the arm. "He's over here sweetie." She said walking over to grab it.

Marti eagerly ran over, and collected her prized bear. "Theodore! I was worried sick!"

Andrea smiled at this, and stooped down to her level. "You get all your things packed?" She questioned, smoothing out her long black hair.

"Yes Mommy."

"Alright then. Well, I have to quickly meet with one more client. Then we will be off to another adventure."

Marti showed a little disappointment with this.

"Oh, I know. You want to stay. But you know how Mommy's work is."

Marti nodded, but her mood did not improve.

"Tell you what." Andrea began, holding Marti's shoulders. "We have time before our flight. We could get some ice cream at your favorite shop before we leave."

A smile broke through on Marti's face. "Really?!"

"Yes. And we will get the monster size sundae this time."

Marti began to buzz with excitement in her mother's arms.

"So we better hurry then." Andrea urged, as she got up and headed for the door. Grabbing her travel bag, she held the door open for Marti to pass.

Thirty minutes later their rental car was parked along a main city street. It was snowing out, and Marti was tracing a christmas tree in the window.

"Alright dearest, I'll be right back."

"Okay mommy." Marti replied, as she began adorning her tree with ornaments.

Walking round to the trunk of the car, Andrea quickly opened her purse, and pulled out a envelope. This was a ritual she performed every time before she had a meeting. Shifting the luggage around, she placed the envelope on top of the articles of clothing, and re-closed the bag. After locking up the trunk she took in a deep breath. Raising the collar of her heavy black coat, she walked down the main street and into the nearest building.

She was waved off by the concierge, and went right for the main elevator. Slipping in quickly, she pulled out her key, and punched in the special code for the executive her purse she pulled out her the years she had made some considerable upgrades to her uniform. It was sleek, and certainly less dramatic than before. She done away with the long capes, and ragged material. She had a more tailored look. Tight, and not prone to snagging. It took one close call of being caught by the cape, for her to do away with those. Her mask still had the voice modulator. She couldn't afford anyone finding out who she was, let alone have them find out she was a woman. She had to maintain the strong figure of anonymity she had built up.

Once the elevator reached the 32nd floor, the doors opened. Stepping out she received a nod from the secretary. Pushing the two large wooden doors open she stepped into the office of Victor Grant, CEO of the Pharmaceutical Event Health Corporation.

"I'm glad you received my message." Victor Grant said from behind his desk.

Andrea was feeling off about this. The window blinds were closed, and Victor was always one to greet with a handshake. But perhaps he may have gained some propriety this time, seeing as he was hiring her for a hit. "What is my target Victor." She began, maintaining her character, despite the vibes.

"Take a seat, care for a refreshment?"

This was a major red flag. Never had Victor treated her like a human being. In fact none of her clients even considered her anything other than The Reaper. "You seem out of character Victor, Is this job weighing on you so much to cause this change?"

Victor seemed to twitch at this. In the dim light she spotted some sweat forming on his brow.

"No! Um… Its not that. I mean, yes. Well-."

Two loud bangs sounded behind her, and the lights suddenly flicked on.

"Alright, hands up, and put the bag down." Yelled out Sergeant Bullock.

The room was slowly being filled with more officers. All of which had guns pointed at her. Looking to Victor she could see his pathetic face, as he tried to apologize while struggling with his cuffed leg to his chair.

Holding still, she thought of her options. She couldn't face being separated from Marti, but she saw it as a necessary evil for the time being. She could always come back for her.

"I said put the purse down, and put your hands behind your head."

She slowly pulled the strap from her shoulder, then began to lower it to the ground. Taking in a quick breath she quickly opened her bag, and pulled out a handful of smoke bombs, tossed them to the ground, and slipped on her hand scythe. Amidst the yells, coughs, and flashes of gun shots through the smoke, Andrea ran straight toward Victor, gave him one quick swipe with her scythe, cutting him across the chest, and pushing him to the ground. Then with one quick movement, she broke through the large full wall window, and plummeted down the side of the building.

Pressing an inner button on her hand piece, the end shot out, and hooked around a railing of a nearby apartment outer fire exit. Engaging the second function of her tool, she swung down, and retracted the cable in. Once she was on the balcony, she took a moment to catch her breath. As she did this, she felt the ground quake beneath her. Looking forward she spotted him.

"Batman, we meet again."

"Andi, I don't want to fight you. If you give yourself up now, you could have a better chance-."

"Chance of what? Instead of life in prison, maybe just fifty years? No Bruce, there's no chance in this."

"Andi-."

"I suppose one caveat to this is there will also be no chance for Victor."

Bruce spun his head round, and spotted the unconscious Victor falling like a rag doll out the window across from them. Making a split second decision, he left Andrea, and went for Victor.

Once he returned the unconscious Victor to the G.C.P.D. team, he discovered Andrea was missing. For five hours he tried to track her down. But had no luck. A light beeping sounded from inside his cowl, and with a flick of a key on his belt, he answered the incoming call. "Alfred, any updates on the scans?"

"No sir, actually. I just received a call for you from the Chicago Police Department."

"I'm on my way."

"No, the call was for Bruce Wayne sir."

Bruce was dumbfounded at this."Did they have a reason?"

"No sir. Just that it was urgent. I told them you were presently in Boston for a meeting, and could stop by after. Will two hours be enough time to make yourself presentable Master Bruce?"

"I should be done patching up my arm by then." Bruce said, as he pulled a piece of glass out of his arm."