A/N: So I am rewriting this fanfic! I re-read the first two chapters and was like, "This sucks!" So I'm going to rewrite it and try to make the characters a little more themselves *Cough* Bruce *Cough* And I've written down the story line so I know exactly where I want this story to go! I also just saw The Dark Knight Rises and it was fucking amazing! I would watch that movie every Tuesday for the rest of my life, because Tuesdays suck and it would make them better. Okay! Onto the story of my life!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN BATMAN BEGINS OR THE DARK KNIGHT. OR CHRISTIAN BALE. I WOULD LIKE TO OWN HIM THOUGH BECAUSE HE IS SEXY AS FUCK. PLEASE DON'T SUE ME.

Gotham City was not a city people moved to, you were either born there or you lived elsewhere. Sure people left, but after they left they never came back. If you had a son or a daughter who went off to college there was no way they were ever coming back to visit you. You had to go to them. That is why Madison Thomas was such a peculiar person: because she came back to Gotham. Bruce Wayne came back also, but long after her.

"Bruce?" an eight-year-old Madison Thomas shouted, "Bruce! This isn't funny, where are you?" She called out again as she wandered around the greenhouse, in search of her friend. They had been playing hide-and-go-seek but Bruce managed to disappear into thin air, it seemed. She looked under tables and behind the bigger plants, but could not find him.

She stepped outside and looked behind some trees. She was heading towards the small pond when,

"BOO!" Bruce Wayne yelled as he jumped out from a hedge.

"AHH!" Madison screamed and stumbled backwards, tripping on a tree root and falling backwards. Bruce immediately rushed to her side, asking if she was okay.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean for you to fall." Bruce apologized as he helped her up. She brushed off her shorts and punched his arm. "Ow!"

"Good, you deserved that and I'm fine thank you for asking." She smirked triumphantly, "How did you learn to disappear so quickly?"

Bruce shrugged, "I don't know. Hey do you want to race?"

"Where to?"

Bruce thought for a moment, "How about to the big tree we always climb?"

"Okay," the big tree was located on the other side of the pond, which was a long run but Madison was not one to back down from a challenge.

"Okay, on three, two…one!" Bruce shouted and they both took off for the tree. Jumping over tree roots, dodging limbs and bushes. Madison was leading but Bruce was faster and pushed forward. Madison did not give up, she ran faster and harder and she ended up getting their first.

"Beat you!" She panted, clutching her side.

"I was close, I only lost because my shoe lace came untied." Bruce explained.

"Okay, sure."

They sat down on the grass overlooking the pond and the Wayne Manor. The sun was setting and the house looked beautiful. Madison propped herself up with her hands behind her back, Bruce did the same and their fingers touched one another's. Neither of them said anything because it meant nothing to them. At eight years old they did not think about those things.

"Hey Madi?"

"Yeah?"

"What do you want to be when you grow up?"

She lay back on the grass and looked up at the trees, Bruce lay back as well.

"I don't know, maybe a doctor or a painter. I like painting." She turned her head to look at him. His young face, not hardened with the troubles of Gotham, not aged with pain.

Bruce smiled happily, "I want to help people, like my dad does. I want to be just like my dad."

Bruce sat with a crowd of people, a beautiful girl sitting in his lap, and Madison nowhere to be found. They were in junior high, eighth grade to be exact and Bruce was living the high life. He had already become quite attractive and the fact he was a fourteen-year-old billionaire always helped his cause. The girl's name was Amy and she was one of the most popular girls in school. She was tan, had long legs, beautiful brown hair, and her cheekbones had already come into place. All the guys wanted her, but she only wanted Bruce. Everyone knew she only wanted Bruce for his money and even Bruce knew it, but Bruce only wanted her for her body. He got free make out sessions whenever he pleased. Madison was not in the picture as much as she had been when they were younger. While Bruce enjoyed partying and living it up, Madison spent her time studying and every now and then she would show up at a party.

Madison was not a social outcast and she was quite beautiful herself. While she was not as tall as Amy, she was just as pretty. She had long dirty blond hair that fell into light waves, blue-green almond shaped eyes with dark lashes, and lips that were not too full but were not too thin either. Madison was always asked to attend parties thrown by the most popular people at school, mostly because she was very pretty not for the fact that she had a great personality. Bruce was the only popular boy at school who really knew her; the other boys just said they knew her.

"Oh, Bruce you're so funny!" giggled Amy, stupidly as she toyed with Bruce's hair. Even at fourteen Amy showed signs of becoming a dumb slut.

Bruce grinned awkwardly, for what he had said was not meant to be funny. He figured it was not because Amy had been the only one to laugh.

"So Bruce, are you throwing any parties soon?" She asked him.

"I don't think so, Alfred doesn't appreciate the mess."

"Isn't Alfred your maid?" Brad asked, rudely.

Bruce turned to him, "No, Alfred is more like a second father. He has basically raised me."

"But he is basically a maid?" Tommy, another boy continued.

"No, not at all." Bruce said calmly, trying not to overreact.

Amy thought for a moment, gazing off into space, "You should throw a party anyway, it would be awesome."

The bell rang, marking the end of the day and Bruce practically shoved Amy off of him. She glared at him for a moment but she did not like how it made her face look so she stopped.

"No, I don't think I'll throw a party and invite people who don't respect the people I care about."

"I respect Madison!" Brad argued, "You care about her don't you?"

"You don't even know Madi." Bruce replied as he shoved some books into his backpack.

"I know she has a nice body and would look great naked."

Bruce glared at him, "Don't talk about her like that."

"You're so lucky you've known her all your life. What? Did she start blowing you at, what? Ten?"

Bruce lost it and punch Brad square on the nose, Brad grunted in pain and grabbed his bleeding nose. Blood dripped down his shirt and Amy screamed.

"Don't you ever talk about Madi like that again!" Bruce spat and then left the group of students sitting under the tree.

Since he was probably late leaving, he figured Madi was already home and he thought he would pay her a visit. He walked a few blocks North and then was at the beginning of her driveway. Her house was not huge but the property it was on was. It was hidden away by trees and the driveway was fairly long. It was surrounded by trees also and behind the trees was a river. Her house was fairly old looking but once inside it felt modern. It was two stories and Madi's room was around back on the second floor. Bruce jogged up the front steps and rang the doorbell. Her mother answered the door.

"Bruce! How lovely to see you! Come in, come in!" Madi's mother ushered him inside.

When you first went in you were greeted by the living room on the right and a long hallway leading to the kitchen and dining room on the left. Right in front was the stairs. Pictures of Madi and her brothers were all over the walls. There were even a few of Madi and Bruce.

"Madison!" She called up the stairs, "Someone is here to see you!"

He heard her bedroom door open and then she appeared at the top of the stairs. Her hair pulled back into a messy ponytail, reading glasses on, and in yoga shorts (That were very short and tight) and a Gotham Rogues sweatshirt.

"Bruce!" She quickly removed her glasses, "What-what are you doing here?"

"I just wanted to say hello, we haven't talked in a while."

Madison's mom stood awkwardly watching the two, "Oh, Bruce, why don't you two go upstairs." Bruce went to go upstairs and her mom whispered in his ear, "Don't worry her father isn't home." Bruce blushed and Madison shot her mom an evil look.

Once upstairs Bruce and Madison went into her room, she shut the door behind them. Her room had four windows that overlooked the backyard; on her walls were pictures of her with friends, family, or photos of famous athletes or actors she liked. Her bed was made but textbooks covered it, luckily she had two chairs in the corner that made up a sitting area. She and Bruce sat down and she tucked her legs underneath herself.

"So what's up?" She asked, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear.

"Not much. I was thinking of you earlier today. It sucks we haven't been as close lately."

"Yeah, I've been busy." That was a lie, she was not the one to blame for the distance, he was. He was always blowing her off to be with more popular people.

"No you haven't, Madi. I'm the one whose been ignoring you or blowing you off for those assholes." By assholes he meant everyone he was a friend with.

"They aren't all assholes, Brad seems nice."

Bruce scoffed coldly, "He is the worst one of all. Don't let him trick you into thinking he is good hearted, he just liked girls for their bodies."

"Isn't that what you do?" Right after she said it she knew she was in the wrong, "I'm sorry, you don't do that, Bruce. I didn't mean it."

"No you're right, that's what I do. But just know that I don't do that with you, you're my best friend Madi. I can tell you anything and I know you won't judge me."

Madison smiled, "I've missed you, Bruce."

"How about we go see a movie this Friday? Anything you want."

"Okay, that sounds fun." Bruce could have kissed her at that exact moment, but he did not because he was a chicken and a coward. Afraid, even though he knew she loved, him that she did not feel the same way.

A rough hand snaked up her skirt on her silky thigh and graced her mound. She jumped slightly, but continued sucking on her boyfriends tongue as she raked her fingers through his dark brown hair. It was raining and they were in a car in the back seat having a heavy make out session. Mitchel rubbed her mound and she moaned into his mouth, the thin fabric of her underwear separating his fingers from her. She did not think she was ready for sex, but feeling each other up was perfectly fine by her. Besides she had been dating him for about five months and this was the first time he had ever made advances like this, she figured it was the rain and being in a car that got him so horny. She rubbed herself up against him and he moaned.

He pushed her back and leaned over her, his hand still massaging her. She was craving something but she was not ready for sex. He pushed her skirt up and went to pull her underwear down.

"Wait," She put her hands on his and pushed his away, "I'm not ready for that, can't we just enjoy this?"

He nodded but did not pull her skirt down, instead he just rubbed himself up against her. After more feeling up he advanced on her panties again, this time she pushed him off of her.

"I think we should stop."

"Oh, but its so much fun." His hand shot back to her center but she stopped him.

"Please, I'm tired, I just want to go home."

"Just a quick in and out?" He kissed her neck.

"No, Mitchel. Please just take me home!" She half shouted.

"No, I think I deserve this. Now just lay back and enjoy the ride."

"No!" she pushed Mitchel off of her, grabbed her purse and jacket and got out of the car.

Mitchel laughed at her, "Fine, walk home, I don't care." He closed the door, got out and got into the drivers seat. "Amy's better in bed anyway!" And with that he drove off, leaving her in the pouring rain.

She got out her phone and called the only person she knew to call: Bruce. Bruce arrived about five minutes later with a blanket, a towel, and a warm car. She got in quickly and broke down in Bruce's arms.

"He is such a jerk, I can't believe I dated him!" She whimpered, "All he cared about was se-sex and my body. He never liked me!"

"I'm sorry," Bruce said quietly as he held her close and stroked her hair. They were eighteen now and about to graduate from high school.

"I thought he was really nice and perfect." She cried into his shoulder, "Why can't I find a guy that is just perfect like you are!" She whimpered.

Bruce chuckled, "I'm not perfect, Madi."

"Yes you are Bruce, you're the best friend I could ever ask for. Any girl would be so lucky to have you."

Bruce did not want any girl. He wanted Madison. "C'mon, lets get you home."

Madison nodded and tried to control her emotions. She wiped away her makeup smudges and dried her face off with the towel and tried to make herself look like nothing had happened.

When they arrived at her house it was all lit up. She could see her brothers in the living room watching television and her parents were in the kitchen cooking dinner. Bruce parked the car and looked at Madison.

"Thank you Bruce. I owe you, big time." Madison said shakily.

"No you don't. Just be more careful with you boyfriends next time." He smiled and his hand drifted over hers.

She grinned and moved to give him a hug. She locked her arms around his neck and his went around her waist; Bruce gave the best hugs. She went to pull away but stopped halfway and looked him: they both went for the kiss. Their lips locking in a timeless kiss that had wanted to happen for as long as both of them could remember. His hand cupped her cheek while the other was on the small of her back. Both of her hands placed on his muscular chest. She was the first to pull away, but not far away, she was still close enough that their foreheads were touching.

"I should go," She said, "It's late."

Bruce nodded, "I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Definitely." She kissed him one last time and then hurried out of the car. Waving goodbye as she hurried up the steps. Bruce waited until she was in the house to drive away.

About two days later Madison's parents and brothers went out of town for a soccer game one state over; they would be gone for four days. Her brothers were really serious about soccer and they played on the same team.

Needless to say, the first thing she did was call Bruce to come over. He got there quickly and was pleased to see what she was wearing: tight, yoga shorts, and a tight fitting V-neck t-shirt. All of her curves were fully outlined and her long legs fully exposed. When Bruce arrived he was showered with kisses and smiles. He lifted her up and carried her to her bedroom.

He lay her down on the bed and crawled over her, her legs wrapped around her waist. He kissed her passionately and she returned it. Sucking on his tongue and biting his lower lip, she had liked him since the day she met him. He laced his fingers in her hair and pulled her closer to him. She ran her hands over his hard abs that she could feel through his thin shirt.

She decided to take the initiative and pull his shirt off over his head. He did not stop her and she did not stop him when he pulled her shirt over her head. Revealing a black-laced bra. They did not stop themselves either when they started pulling at pants. Madison's were easy to slip off and what she had underneath excited Bruce more: a black-laced thong. Madison eventually got Bruce's pants off revealing Ralph Lauren briefs that were tightly fitted to his butt.

He changed the pace of things and kissed her slowly, savoring the moment. The taste of her lips, the feel of her soft legs, the look on her face as they kissed. Her eyes shut, a smile on her lips, and her cheeks pink: she was beautiful. And he was about to defile her, when a few days before she had broken down because she had told her boyfriend she was not ready. Was Bruce different? Of course, but he still did not want to rush her.

She kissed down his neck and raked her fingers all over his abs and then through his hair. He kissed her one last time and then panted,

"Madi, we should stop."

She frowned, "What? Why?" She put her hand together behind his neck and lightly caressed him. He fell down next to her on the bed and took her hands.

"Two days ago, I picked you up—crying—because you said you weren't ready and Mitchel wouldn't listen. If you weren't ready then, then you probably aren't ready now. I don't want to be a mistake."

"Mistake?" She said loudly and sat up, "Bruce I appreciate what you're saying, I love it, but you wouldn't be a mistake. You would be perfect, but you're right, I'm not ready, even though I would totally bang you right now."

Bruce laughed, "Bang? People still say that?"

Madison lay down and Bruce pulled her into his arms, "Oh, I do." She smirked, "Bang." She exaggerated the word and Bruce laughed. She kissed him again and their feet rubbed up against one another's.

"Just to clear things up, you are beautiful Madi." Bruce said softly, "Much more beautiful than any other girl I've ever seen. Including on the TV."

Madi giggled and lightly hit his chest, "Liar." Then she kissed him again, "But thank you."

They laid there for a while, talking and kissing occasionally. Bruce had always loved her, but he knew not to say it so soon because it would probably scare her off. He wanted to be with her forever, he wanted to grow old with her; he just wanted to be with her.

Bruce and Madison both went off to college a few months after they began dating. Madison went to Stanford to become a doctor and Bruce went to Princeton; obviously they were far away from each other and they missed each other terribly. They saw each other during the summers though, they tried to spend time together but it was hard. Madison was always studying and interning and Bruce was occupied by the Joe Chill trial coming up. Joe Chill was the man who murdered his parents many years ago; Bruce had not been the same since.

It was July and it was cloudy and had been raining off and on all day. They were both seniors in college and were excited to move on. Well Madison had a few more years of medical school but she was excited all the same. Madison had spent the night at Bruce's house the night before. Madison awoke to Bruce's arm draped over her naked waist. She could feel all of him against her back and she could feel his warm breathe on the back of her neck. Rain was pattering on the windows and every few minutes she would hear thunder. She yawned and glanced around the room, looking for her underwear and bra. She spotted them not to far away and slowly crawled out of bed, trying her best not to disturb Bruce. She looked back at Brue and he was sound asleep, she smiled and continued towards her underwear. She stepped into the lacey, blue, floral thong, and then latched her matching bra behind her back. She was slightly cold so she grabbed Bruce's flannel from the night before and put that on. She looked out the window and realized it was not just drizzling but it was poring. She was thankful she had nothing important to do today

She felt arms wrap around he waist and she jumped. Bruce laughed and kissed the crook of her neck,

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you."

"You didn't scare me," she smiled, "Just surprised me."

Bruce nodded into her neck, "Okay, whatever you say." Bruce rested his chin on her shoulder and looked out the window at the rain.

"I vote we have a lazy day," he said.

"Agreed." Madison smiled and took Bruce's hand to kiss it. They spent more of the morning in bed snuggling and then got up to get food and get dressed. Madison had gotten a call about an internship at Gotham General and had to go in. After showering together to save water and getting dressed and ready, Madi kissed Bruce goodbye and left.

"Alfred, I think I'm going crazy." Bruce said to Alfred after Madi had left. They were sitting in the kitchen, Alfred reading the paper and Bruce eating a sandwich.

"Why is that, Mister Wayne?" Alfred asked back, not putting down the paper.

"I think I'm in love with Madi."

"Well that much is obvious sir, you've known the girl all your life. She is wonderful; I can see why you like her so much." Alfred said flatly. Bruce smiled to himself.

"I've only ever seen you smile like that when you are with her, talking about her, or thinking about her." Alfred continued.

Bruce smiled stupidly and turned the television on, which was a bad mistake considering the top story was about Joe Chill and how he murdered the two Wayne's. His trial was later that afternoon. Bruce turned the television off and stood up from the seat.

"Where are you going?" Alfred asked skeptically, watching Bruce as he left the kitchen.

"Where do you think, Alfred?"

Alfred did not reply.

Bruce took a cab down to the courthouse and went inside, prepared to watch the trial. Bruce was happy Madison had left earlier because what he was planning to do would make her cry. Bruce Wayne was going to shoot Joe Chill.

After the trial Bruce was furious. He was about to pull the gun out but someone else got to him first. Joe Chill was shot in the chest; he was dead before he hit the ground. The crowd of panicking people pushed Bruce outside and when he finally forced his way out of the crowd he spotted Madison standing by her car. She waved at Bruce and he came over. She could tell immediately that something was wrong.

"What's wrong? How did the trial go?" she asked him after they had both gotten into the car.

"He was given parole but he had to testify against Falcone." Bruce explained, angrily.

"Had to? Is he still going to?" She was confused.

Bruce shook his head, "He's dead. One of Falcone's men shot him."

A hand flew over Madison's mouth, "Oh my gosh."

"I wish I had done it."

"Oh, Bruce you don't mean that."

Bruce glared at her, "I do. I would have happily killed the man who killed my parents."

"Bruce that would have made you just as bad as he was." Madison said sadly. She had never in her life heard Bruce talk like that, "You couldn't have done it."

Bruce reached into his jacket and pulled out a small gun and set it on the center console. Madison stared at the gun in horror, and then she looked at Bruce.

"I can't believe you, Bruce." She was fighting back tears, "Your parents would be ashamed of you."

Bruce looked genuinely hurt but did not say anything.

"I'm sorry to say it, but it's the truth." Madison continued, "Bruce I love you—" a tear trickled down her cheek, "But I think we should take a break for a while. You can sort out how to feel about things."

"Come on Madi, you don't mean that." Bruce pleaded, trying to take her hand but she just pulled it away.

"Bruce please, don't make it harder than it is." Madi said softly, trying not to choke on the tears building up inside of her. "I can't be with someone who resorts to murder when he is angry. You would have been arrested! Did you even think about everyone else who cares about you? About me? Alfred?"

"Madi—"

"No, Bruce. Please just get out of the car." She did not even look at him, her eyes were locked on the steering wheel and her hands gripped it so tightly her knuckles were turning white.

Bruce sighed and opened the car door, "I love you Madi, always have, and always will."

He climbed out of the car and slammed the door behind him, causing Madison to jump. She watched him walk away and then broke down in heavy sobs. She would always love Bruce, no matter what happened.