It was almost closing time, but did that stop "Gotham's Finest" from strolling in? Hell no.

I was wiping down the counter when a few cops, including Commisioner Gordon, sat down. I smiled at them and said, "Hey guys. The usual?"

"Yep," a few of them said.

I nodded and went back to the back, grabbing a few mugs, before coming back in and grabbing the coffee pot (the one with regular in it). I set a cup in front of each of them and poured the coffee in. They thanked me and started drinking the coffee. I set down the pot and said, "If you guys need anything else, just let me know."

"Will do kid," Gordon said, giving me one of his small smiles and short nods.

I nod back and walk back to the back. I had had a bit of a long day, and I was grateful for the opportunity clock in, but because Gordon and his guys were here, I would stay around until they left. I took out my punch card and hung up my apron, waving to Marcos and Bernie who were in the back doing dishes. I walk back into the diner to find Gordon and his guys leaving. "Leaving early?" I ask.

"We got a call," Gordon said.

I nod and say, "Be safe guys!" Gordon smiles a little and nods before following the others outside. I walk out another door and start my long walk home. At times, I didn't mind walking, but sometimes, the cold got to me. But when you're single, don't have much of a family inheritence, and you get paid minium wage, you sometimes had no choice but to go for a simple life, which meant no car. Besides, owning a car in Gotham was not only very expensive, but stupid. The crooks in town can easily break into and then steal your car, but that wasn't the only reason. With Batman and all of the crime fighting he does with villians like Joker and Bane, they all somehow manage to land on or throw bombs at cars.

I soon made it back to my apartment building and walked in, throwing my bag onto the couch. I went into the kitchen and checked the pantry for something to eat, but I found nothing. I frowned. I needed to restock soon. I sighed and left the kitchen empty handed, heading towards my bedroom. It had been a long day, working both the morning and night shift, and I was tired.

I changed into a black cami and gray yoga pants before climbing under the covers of my bed, soon falling asleep to the late night sounds of Gotham.

"Amber," a rough voice says.

My eyes snap open and I sit up, looking around my room. I soon found an outline in the darkness and I sigh. "Do you even realize what time it is Bats?" I say.

Batman walks out of the shadows and says, "Yes, I do."

"And of course, you don't care," I grumble. "So what is it that you want?"

"I need your help with something," he says.

I cock an eyebrow. "Really? The infamous Batman needs my help? The help of girl of the streets?"

"Give yourself more credit," he says flatly. "You were known for your work in Central City."

"So it's true," I say, "you actually do your homework."

"I always try to," he replys.

I shake my head. "Then you should also know that I'm done with crime fighting. After Central City, I...I haven't been the same," I say, looking out the window. "You know that. And don't you remember that we already tried this?"

Batman comes closer. "Yes, I do," he says, "but that was when you first got here. It's been a few months-"

"I honestly don't think anything's changed," I say sharply. "Yes, I've recovered, but I think I've become...normal."

"People like us never stop being who we are," he says. "It's like Superman trying to live without using his powers or a Green Latern living without ever using his ring. Once you are a hero, you never stop being a hero."

I scowl at the shadows. "Ever heard of retirement?" I ask.

"Yes," he says, "I have. But I think you're a bit young for retirement-"

My eyes flicker to Batman. "Shut up," I say bitterly.

Batman smirked a little. "See?"

I rolled my eyes and said, "Fine, I'll help. But what do you need help with?"

Batman goes to the window. "A villian obviously," he said. "Meet me at the Cave tomorrow at sundown." Then he jumped out of the window.

I sighed and fell back onto the bed. That man lived up to his rumors; he was mysterious, secretive, and very VERY blunt. But what did he want with me? The last time I went after a villian, it went badly, and when we teamed up, I kind of screwed it up. So why me? Why now?