"I want you to do a big story for me this week." Came that very familiar and beautiful voice.

"A big one?" I replied, my eyes on him.

Grinning, he looked at me. "You'll like this one."

"I will, will I?" Leaning my elbows on my desk, I rested my head in the palm of my hands. "What's so amazing about this story you want me to do?"

"Well," he started in his dreamy voice. "I want you to do me…hold on." He looked at his cell phone that had just gone off.

My face blushed at little bit at the image that popped into my head. If only that sentence wasn't interrupted. I wish that WERE the sentence. All of the female staff would probably have thought the same thing. I mean, look at him. He shouldn't be allowed to look that good. I'm not sure he knows he's that handsome. That's why he's so sweet; he was done looking at his cell phone.

"Oh, I paused after a strange part in that sentence didn't I?" He cleared his throat. "I want you to do me…" He chuckled. "I want you, to first off not charge me for sexual harassment!"

Never I thought to myself.

He continued. "I want you to write me a story on Batman."

I nearly fell off my chair. I thought he had just asked me to write a story on Batman. I looked at him as if he had a little leprechaun dancing on his shoulders. I was getting a huge break.

"You want me to do a big story on Batman?" I swallowed. "Why?" Shocked, I continued. "I…I…I…just started recently on my new column."

He smiled. "Yes I know, but I see some potential in you to be a bigger journalist then most people here. And I'm not asking you either." His left eyebrow arched. " Don't make me regret it, okay?" He taped my desk. 'I want it by Monday, or no promotion!"

"A promotion! Really?" He had caught my interest. I waited for him to say more. I wanted him to compliment me again.

Supporting himself on my office doorframe, he winked at me. "Maybe." He said and then walked down the hall. I got up and ran after him.

"Wait!" I caught up. "What's the article suppose to be about though?" He turned around. "Just Batman?" I questioned him.

"Hopefully," He shook his index finger at me and smiled again. "You can figure that out once you get to work on it." He tabbed on someone's door hinting them to get back to work. "I want your column done too for Friday. Don't forget about that. You got the hook ups. With you writing that column, Gotham knows who to watch out for on the streets." With that, he did a fancy turn and continued waking up employees.

I nodded as I watched him walk down the hall to his office. He stopped to sign a sheet from his secretary and then closed his door behind him. I sighed in frustration and joy and shuffled back to my office. My laptop sat out on the desk. I starred at it from in my door way as it hummed quietly. All I could think of was that promotion heading my way. I was going to get it for sure.

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"Master Wayne?"

"What is it Alfred?"

"Breakfast sir." He said, placing the tray down.

"I'm not hungry." I pulled on my left sock and stood up.

Alfred frowned. "But sir, it's the most important meal of the day."

I smiled and turned to him. "Yes, but I'm not five anymore Alfred." Grabbing my jacket, I walked over to my keys. I swung the jacket around me and slipped my arms through one at a time.

"As you wish Master Wayne. It is there if you need it."

"Thank you Alfred." I told him as he bowed his head and left the room.

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I sat there tapping my pen on my note pad. I had five days to write the most important article of my life, about the most secretive figure known to Gotham City. And I still needed to finish writing my original assignment. In a city like Gotham, my column was very much appreciated. Criminals sprung up like a new litter of bunnies in this city. Now I had a new assignment. Nothing could come to me. Nobody ever got to talk to Batman, would I need a quote? I couldn't imagine him doing an interview. What could I write about with out a personal addition from the Batman himself? I realised what most people would want to know. It was so cliché and I knew my boss would find it elementary. I needed something new, exciting and though provoking. And then MAYBE I could start thinking about my article. Noticing the time, my stomach, as if clockwork began to grumble.

I put my note pad in my purse and pulled on my shoes. My keys jiggled as I hopped down the steps. I climbed into my 66' Ford Mustang and started the engine. It rumbled with pleasure and I pulled it out of the driveway. The city was quiet and I saw some families out for a walk before it got dark. The alleyways were full of scared want to be criminals and petty thieves. I revved the engine to get ahead of some pestering homeless folk. Pulling into the under ground parking lot, I looked for anything suspicious. All I heard was the dripping of the water drain a few feet away from where my car was sitting.

I got out and walked back towards the entrance of the underground. An old man walked by me. He wore a very nice jacket for what seemed to be a homeless man. I quickly jogged off as he smiled a toothless grin at me. The sun had gone down a bit more and the sky was a nice pink colour, with the moon slowly peaking through. I stopped at the corner of the trash filled street. I looked between a McDonalds on the corner beside me and a decent Italian restaurant across the street. Feeling like some pasta, I headed across the street to the Italian restaurant. It seemed like a nice quiet place to think up some good ideas for my Batman piece.

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"Master Wayne?"

I lifted my head and smiled. "Yes Alfred?" I waited for him to enter the room.

He made his way over beside my self-occupied chair. "Commissioner Gordan has turned on the skylight."

I turned my head to look at him. I got up and headed to the window of the pent house. The skylight shined bright in the clouds covering Gotham city. The sun had completely gone down and the moon was out. "He has. Something must have come up then." The adrenaline rushed though me as if it was my own blood. My head swerved quickly in Alfred's direction as he spoke.

"Batman heading out for the night then sir?" He asked as I ran past him.

I turned back around to face him. "Don't wait up Alfred."

Nodding, he replied, "I always do Master Wayne, I always do."