Title: Innocence

Author: Knights-Honour

Summary:

A Batman Forever fic. Bruce spends an evening at Chase's apartment.

Spoilers: The movie, if you haven't seen it.

Disclaimer:

"Batman Forever" and related characters © Warner Bros

Author's Note:

It's taken me a little while, and you all owe Nicole Kidman's pregnancy announcement big round of thanks for me getting my act together to start writing.

Big thanks to PaddySnuffles for being a wonderful beta reader.

Hope all my fans enjoy reading. And please review, I really appreciate the feedback.

Also, just so you know the order of things, 'Innocence' is a sequel to 'A Quiet Night In' and a prelude to 'Once In A Lifetime'.

Chapter 1

Night had fallen over Gotham city.

A flash of lightning flashed across the sky, illuminated the frame of a lone figure standing on the rooftop of one of the many buildings that surrounded the GCPD. Around him, a fierce hail storm raged. But despite the bleak weather, Batman couldn't keep the warmth that filled his entire body at bay.

In a couple of hours it would be Christmas.

Normally, he would be on patrol for the majority of the night, dealing with the opportunistic lowlifes that reared their heads at this time of year.

This year, however, the Dark Knight had had two things on his side.

One, of course, was the weather. The hail storm had deterred the majority of the trouble-makers.

The other: Robin. In the past few months his young charge had become an adept crime fighter, though he could be a little headstrong towards his training at times.

Needless to say, those who had chosen to soldier on had soon come to regret that decision.

The night's patrol had ended half an hour ago, and, after making his partner swear to him that he wouldn't go for a "joyride around the neighbourhood" once in it, Batman had allowed Robin to drive the Batmobile back to the cave.

Hitting the commlink button on his utility belt, Batman established a line with the Batcave.

"Alfred?"

"Yes, Master Bruce?"

"Has Robin returned to the cave yet?"

"He, and the Batmobile, returned ten minutes ago, sir" the butler stated, uncanny, as always, in his ability at understanding the ulterior motive of Batman's questions.

"Good"

"May I ask where you are, sir?"

"Outside the police headquarters" Batman stated as his eyes settled on Chase's apartment floor, knowing that Alfred would immediately comprehend what his plans for the rest of the evening were through it.

"What are your plans for tomorrow?"

"I'm spending the morning here with Chase. We'll return to the Manor around lunch-time."

"Very well, sir. And also, Merry Christmas"

Batman smiled "And a Merry Christmas to you too, old friend."

"Good night, Master Bruce"

"Good night, Alfred."

Ending the call, Batman turned his attention to the task at hand. He fired a line at one of the many gargoyles that decorated the GCPD. Once it was secure he started his journey.

Though he had made the trip up to Chase's apartment countless times, even he wasn't spared from the storm. But, thanks to his suit, the degree of pain the strikes caused on his body were next to nothing.

Soon he found himself on Chase's balcony. Turning back towards the railing, Batman bent down and began to untangle the line's anchor. As he worked, a light, a bedside lamp, was turned on inside the apartment, its light spilling out onto the balcony.

Seconds later he heard the balcony doors behind him open and then he heard Chase's voice, "This storm is something."

"Indeed" he replied as he finished his task and stood up, turning to face her, "But it has its advantages."

Chase stood in the open doorway, wearing a knee-length white silk nightgown with thin spaghetti straps. He couldn't help but notice how the material clung enticingly to her curves and he found himself swallowing hard as his body inevitably reacted to the sight before him, making his suit suddenly feel much snugger in certain places.

Smiling at his reaction to her appearance, Chase walked towards him.

"I missed you," she whispered as she wrapped herself up in his embrace.

Discarding his Batman voice, Bruce replied in earnest, "I missed you too, love."

Wayne Enterprises' stocks had unexpectedly plummeted, which meant that Bruce had to spend some twelve-hour days at the office in order to keep his company afloat. This had consequently meant that he had had to cancel their scheduled lunch-date. And although not being able to see her for a few days was going to bring about the end of the world, it had still been a bit odd, as he had gotten quiet used to their "schedule".

Bruce felt Chase's lips brush soft butterfly kisses along his jaw line as she subtly asked for a response from him. Ever obliging, he lowered his mouth to hers. And as they were swept up in their passion, Bruce brought up a hand and tangled it in Chase's hair, but with his gloves still on he was denied the sensations of the act.

Suddenly, Bruce felt Chase tense up against him and wince into his mouth. Breaking from the kiss, she raised her right hand to rub the back of her left shoulder. He soon spied the cause of her pain, a hail stone that now rested at their feet. Moving from their embrace, he picked up the ice pellet. It was just larger than a golf ball. With no hesitation he lobbed the hail stone back out into the storm before turning back to Chase, who had taken a few steps back towards the shelter of her apartment. With a soft smile, but no words, Bruce approached her, skirting around her until he was facing her back. Confused, Chase started to turn around so that she could face him, but was stopped by his hands resting on her waist. Curious to see what he would do, Chase stood completely still.

Bring a hand up from her waist, Bruce brushed aside her golden locks and began to rain tender kisses over the skin on her left shoulder. With a breathy sigh, Chase leaned back against him, closing her eyes as she gave in to his ministrations.

After a few moments, he lifted his head and questioned, "Am I in the right spot?"

Chase's eyes fluttered open as she realised that his attentions had a purpose; to sooth the skin that had been struck by the hail stone.

"Up a little bit…" he brushed his fingers along her shoulder in the said direction "…right there…mmhmm…" she replied, closing her eyes as he returned his lips to her shoulder.

"Good" he replied between kisses, shifting his remaining hand from her hip to rest flat against her stomach.

They remained that way for what seemed to be an eternity as the storm outside grew fiercer still, but the couple was oblivious to it.

Eventually Bruce raised his head.

"Better?" he questioned.

Chase turned her head to look at him, "Much," she replied before kissing his cheek.

Making sure that Chase was standing on her own two feet, Bruce stepped away. As Chase turned to face him, he took her hand in his, and with mutual agreement they headed back into the apartment.

Once they'd closed the doors, Chase turned to him, "There's a change of clothes for you in the bathroom," she stated.

"Thank you."

"Coffee?"

"Please."

Chase nodded her head with a smile and headed towards the kitchen. Bruce watched her go, letting out a, barely audible, contented sigh.

It's the state of bliss you think you're dreaming

It's the happiness inside that you're feeling

It's so beautiful it makes you want to cry

It's so beautiful it makes you want to cry

As the song reached his ears, Bruce turned his head towards the double bed where the radio sat on the far bedside table. He hadn't heard it when he had come in. But, then again, with the near deafening roar of the storm going on outside, that was understandable

Ever since making her home in Gotham a permanent one, Chase had started listening, and reading alike, to the radio, the television and the newspapers a lot more for any information that could be of use, as well as her own insights as a criminal psychologist, to Batman and the Gotham Police in their crime-fighting efforts.

'That might explain why she's still awake at this hour' he thought briefly, but then dismissed it.

All of the evidence; that she had woken up immediately after he had arrived on her balcony and that a set of clothes had been put out for him, pointed strongly to the fact that she had hoped that he would be able to come here this evening so that they could spend Christmas eve as well as Christmas day together. For his part, Bruce had vowed to himself weeks ago that he would come here after finishing the night's patrol, even if that meant that he didn't arrive until 4 or 5 a.m. and the only quality time spent with her was cuddling up to her as he drifted off to sleep, it would be worth it. So when the hail storm had started just on nightfall he had been extremely pleased because of what it meant.

Clearing his head, he continued on his way towards the bathroom. Once inside he looked towards the vanity to see what clothes Chase had set out for him; a black T-shirt, grey tracksuit pants and a fresh pair of underpants. Changing out of the Batsuit took a couple of minutes, but once the task was finished he took a shower to wash the night's sweat from his body and the black zinc from around his eyes. Stepping out, he grabbed his towel from the towel rack and dried himself thoroughly, hair included. After getting dressed he shifted the Batsuit in to the designated cupboard. Satisfied that all was well, Bruce turned and left the room turning off the light as he went.

Stepping back into the bedroom, Bruce found Chase curled up in bed, seemingly asleep, his mug of coffee waiting for him on the near bedside table. He also noticed that Chase had turned off the radio and the bedside lamp.

With a smile on his face, Bruce padded back to the bed.

Drawing back the blankets he slid into bed, resting his back against the headboard for the moment so that he could drink his coffee without fear of spilling it on the white sheets. Taking a sip, he felt Chase stir beside him and seconds later felt her fingers brush against his hip as she slipped her hand beneath his T-shirt, journeying up to rest against his stomach.

In a few minutes, Bruce had finished his coffee placing the empty mug on the table before sliding down into bed, leaving the sheets and blankets bunched at his waist. In no time, Chase spooned herself against his side once he was settled, leaving her hand beneath his shirt where it was, nestling her head against his shoulder. He, in turn, rested an arm around her waist before turning his head slightly so that he could watch her.

A few minutes passed before he spoke, "Have you heard anything interesting these past few days?"

Chase raised her head, resting her chin on his shoulder so that she could look him in the eyes, "I have, yes, but not in regards to crime-fighting."

Bruce quickly cottoned on to what she was referring to, "So you've heard about the speculation too?"

"Read, heard, and saw."

"I hope the press hasn't been giving you too hard a time."

"Not really. They've come a little too close for comfort a couple of times but for the most part they've kept their distance."

Bruce let out a heavy sigh. The speculation he'd referred to was in regards to their engagement.

Ever since the night he'd proposed to her, they'd both been diligent when they were out in the public eye about not to alerting the press of their engagement until they had announced it. For her part, Chase had been turning her ring over so that only the gold band was visible. But despite all their precautions, during their last luncheon date, the press had somehow managed to get a picture of the golden band on that finger.

Once the photos had been published all hell had broken loose. They'd been heckled by the press non-stop as they tried to find out if the rumours were true or not. He had been lucky. Because of the stocks trouble, he'd been stuck indoors. That, and the fact that he had tightened security to make sure none of them got into the building.

But despite all of this going on around him, his concern fell to Chase and how she was faring with the whole situation.

As a billionaire playboy he was used to the spotlight, and he could handle it, having grown up with it, though not through the best of circumstances. Chase, however, had only come into the spotlight, to a degree, in the later part of her life as she had established her reputation as a criminal psychologist and was not quite used to the press' hounding as he was.

Bruce broke from his thoughts as he felt Chase's hand stroking his cheek, "Bruce…?"

As he returned to reality his body became increasingly aware that the entirety of Chase's slender frame was now resting flush against his, her legs tangled with his strong ones. Her chin rested on the top of her arms which were crossed over his chest.

"What's the matter?"

"I'm concerned."

"About?"

"You."

At this, Chase searched Bruce's hazel eyes with her blue ones, expecting to find a glint humour in them.

But there wasn't.

He was dead serious about whatever was bothering him.

"What about me?"

Bruce let out a sigh, "I'm concerned for your welfare, Chase. You've only seen a glimpse of what the Gotham press can be like when it comes to the 'billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne' during these past few days. When we officially announce our engagement to the city I'm afraid that things will only get worse as they try to find out the details about the wedding… if you were hurt…" his expression grew pained at the thought.

Chase was moved by his concerns, by his devotion to her.

Stroking his face in a soothing manner, she replied, "I appreciate your concerns, Bruce, I really do. But I'm not made of glass. You forget that we've been dating for close to three months now. I know what I'm getting myself into by becoming your wife, know what to expect from the press, and I accept it whole heartedly. I'm ready for this".

Unable to find the words to express his emotions, Bruce hugged Chase closer to him and kissed her. As the passion between them grew, their kiss soon took on a life of its own as Chase threaded her fingers through his dark hair and scratched his scalp. Bruce growled into her mouth with arousal in response, his hands stroking her spine.

Leaving her lips, which drew a whimper of protest from Chase, Bruce trailed a path of butterfly kisses down the column of her throat, inhaling her scent as he did so. It was a mix of vanilla, lavender and undeniably woman. Not to mention extremely intoxicating to his barely functioning mind. Chase knew what she was doing to him, of that he was sure, as she ran her hands down his chest before slipping them beneath his Tee.

Stilling her hands as he recognised her intent, Bruce released her from his embrace before raising his shoulders off the bed so that Chase could remove the shirt from his body before flinging it to the floor some meters away from the bed. Returning her gaze to his, she looked at him as if to say 'Well, what else did you expect?'. Chuckling slightly at her attitude, he returned to her embrace.

Gathering her up in his arms, Bruce rolled them over so that Chase lay against the mattress. Nuzzling her throat as her returned his lips to her collar bone. He continued his attentions on her soft skin as he ran a hand up her sides coming to stop at her shoulder where the thin strap rested. Hooking his thumb under the material he tugged it down over her shoulder. He repeated the process on the other one before he returned his lips to hers. One of his hands caressed a path up along her leg that started at her calf before slipping beneath her nightgown, coming to a stop at her hip. He didn't fail to notice that she wasn't wearing any underpants, either.

The little minx.

But he wasn't so absorbed in his explorations that he didn't feel Chase's responses; the patterns she was tracing into the skin on his back and the soft sigh she made as he captured her lips. It was clear that, despite her aggressiveness towards his clothes, she was in the mood for slow love-making tonight.

Heeding her body language, he deepened their kiss as he propped himself up on one straightened arm, the mattress sinking slightly under his weight. Chase stayed with him by anchoring her arms around his neck. The other remained at to her waist, catching hold of the bunched silk with his hand and tugged it down and off of her body, which meant that Chase had to briefly drop her arms from around his neck to let the straps pass, before flinging it away with as much fervour as she had with his Tee, but he quickly brought his arm back to support her as he returned them both to the mattress. Their kiss hadn't faltered once during all of this and with the need for oxygen imminent, Bruce drew back, burying his face in Chase's shoulder as he caught his breath.

Chase used the time to do some exploring of her own; gently kneading the muscles of his strong shoulders, running her fingers through the hair that lightly dusted his chest, tracing a path down his abs to the waistband of his tracksuit pants. Pausing briefly, she stroked the telltale bulge through the material with the heel of her palm. Closing his eyes, which Chase felt from the flutter of his eyelashes against her skin, Bruce let out a low groan at her actions.

Regaining some of his composure before Chase could push him over the edge, Bruce opened his eyes and gently took hold of Chase's hands and relocated them from his throbbing cock to his back, "Keep that up, sweetheart, and this is going to be over much quicker than we both want it to be," he spoke in a husky tone as he raised his head from it's resting place.

"Mmm, but you can't blame a girl for trying, though," she responded as she rubbed her cheek against his, her words spoken directly into his ear.

Drawing back from their facial caress, Bruce chuckled before bending to capture her lips in a brief kiss. Drawing back slightly, he turned his attention to the rest of her body. He ran a line of kisses from her jaw line down the arc of her neck to her collar bone and then across to the top of her shoulder as Chase threaded her fingers through his hair, abandoning her conscious mind. Bruce smiled as he felt Chase relax against him, raising her legs slightly to cradle his hips, as she gave into the sensations that he was causing in her wanton form.

Time to turn up the heat.

Returning to her collar bone he journeyed south, coming to a stop at the valley between her breasts. Nuzzling the luscious mound as he went, he left a trail of hot searing kisses in his wake as he circled around one, his circles growing tighter and tighter until his lips covered the rosy peak. Chase cried out at the contact, her back arching up off the bed allowing him to take more of her into his mouth. Bruce looked up at Chase as he began to suckle on the tightened bud. Her eyes were shut, eyebrows slightly furrowed and her breathing was already growing rough from her arousal. Which didn't fail to trigger his own body's reactions in return, his erection was rock hard and throbbing insistently, aching for that final coupling with her. But for the moment he put a damper on his own needs, grateful that Chase's mind was elsewhere at the moment, as her hands had a habit of finding his cock right when he was close to release.

Returning his attention to her body, he traced patterns along her lower back with the fingers of one hand. Soon they journeyed over her hip, through the thatch of dark blond curls that protected her womanhood and beyond. He dipped a finger in to test her, and groaned against her breast as he felt the way that she greeted him; hot, wet and oh so ready for him. He began to pump his fingers into her, slow at first, but he soon picked up the tempo. Chase moaned and started grind her hips against his palm as she was driven ever closer to her peak. Bruce stayed with her as he inserted a third finger as his thumb found and rubbed her clit. He timed his strokes until she tensed, chanting his name as her release washed over.

Rasing his lips from her breast, he shifted to rest on the bed beside Chase, holding her until she came back down to earth.

"Back with me?" he queried minutes later as he felt Chase's hands as they started to massage his back.

She raised her head to look at him, answering with a "Mmmhmm" before kissing him.

The kiss deepened when Bruce probed his tongue against the crevice of her mouth, seeking entry. Chase complied, and as his tongue swept into her mouth, she followed suit, rubbing hers against his as the two appendages sparred mercilessly with each other.

When they broke from the kiss, she looked at him, "You know, you're still a little over dressed," she stated impishly.

"Am I just?" he queried with mirth in his tone as he settled back on the bed and turned himself over, for the moment, to Chase's ministrations.

Chase smiled as she read the surrender in his body language as she copied his earlier explorations. Kissing him briefly, she started down his neck, pausing as she curled her tongue around his Adam's apple, before continuing onto his shoulder then over his chest. She stopped when she reached the flat of his stomach as her hands came into play. Hooking her thumbs under the waistband of his tracksuit pants she drew them down his legs until Bruce could deal with them himself. Chase drew back as he tossed them to the floor beside the bed, straddling his legs while she took in the sight before her. His erection strained against the fabric of his underpants, leaving nothing to the imagination. She could see the bulge of the veins in his shaft, the seamed ridge of his cock's plump head. He was full and, as evidenced by the circle of moisture he'd already released, beyond ready to burst.

Slipping a hand beneath the material of his underpants, she began to stroke him. Bruce let out a shuddering breath at her ministrations as he closed his eyes. Stroking him a couple more times, she turned her attention to the final barrier that denied them the skin to skin contact that they desired. Gripping the elastic, Chase eased the fabric over his throbbing member and down his legs, moving from her place, before tossing them away. But before she had a chance to return to his shaft, Bruce scooped her up in his arms and rolled them over.

Nuzzling her neck, he murmured "Sorry about cutting your explorations short, but I can't take much more of that right now. I need to be inside of you."

"I need you too," she whispered back.

Lifting her hips with his hands, Bruce guided the plump head of his cock into her entrance. But just as he made a move to thrust into her completely, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up as something caught his eye. Stilling his movements, he propped himself up on his arms and whipped his head around.

Someone was standing on the balcony, watching them through the window. A flash of lightning crossed the sky, illuminating a cloaked figure with sharp yellow eyes.

Bruce tensed as he locked gazes with the intruder.

Beneath him, Chase moaned, unaware that they had company, shifting her hips invitingly, trying to coax him to sheath himself completely inside of her body, "Bruce… I need you… please…"

At Chase's words, the figure's eyes narrowed. Seconds later his entire form was glowing in a dark purple light. The light grew until the figure was enveloped by what could only be described as a shield of energy.

"She belongs to me!" the figure hissed venomously as the shield suddenly surged outwards.

Bruce dropped to the bed, pulling Chase snug against him, shielding her as the window shattered.

Whipping his head back around, Bruce saw the figure leap from the balcony. In a flash he was on his feet as well, racing to the balcony doors, throwing them open and sprinting to where the figure had been seconds ago. Glancing down over the balcony rails, he saw the figure land on something that was flying by, and that something looked a lot like a… no, it couldn't be… but its form was undisputable… a dragon. Bruce blinked his eyes a couple of times, but the black beast was still there, flying away from the building.

Shaking his head, completely mystified, Bruce turned and headed back inside.

When he returned to the bed, Chase was in his arms, clinging to him like he was the only safe thing around, before he'd even had the chance to settle in. She was shaking something fierce, clearly terrified by what had happened. He began to stroke her back in a soothing fashion, whispering words of comfort, "Shhh. It's okay, it's okay. You're safe. I'm here."

When she'd calmed down, she lessened the death grip she had on him, "What was that thing"

Shaking his head, he replied grimly, "I don't know, Chase, I really don't know."

They fell silent then.

After a while Bruce spoke, glancing to the broken window as he did so, "Have you got something we can put over that to stop the storm from coming in?"

Chase followed his gaze, "I think so."

Together they rose from the bed. Bruce pulled on his tracksuit pants and searched for his Tee. He tossed it onto the bed close where she standing "Here, wear this"

She pulled it over her head without any hesitation as she left the bedroom, hips swaying in a flirtatious manner.

She returned minutes later, broom in one hand, ash pan and brush in the other and a thick blanket tucked under her arm. She found Bruce hovering cautiously at the edge of the glass mine field, inspecting the damage.

"He sure did a good job…" he murmured as he took the broom from Chase and began to sweep.

Chase's eyebrows shot up at Bruce's words, "He?"

"The figure said something to me just before it did this…" he gestured to the destruction, "…it was defiantly a man's voice"

Chase started cleaning up as well "What did he say?"

Bruce froze at her question, unsure of how to answer, not wanting to upset her.

Chase saw his reaction to her question and began to grow uneasy, "Bruce? What did he say to you?"

"He said 'She belongs to me'…"

"What?"

Bruce saw the panic take hold of Chase. Dropping the broom in his hand, he was at her side in an instant.

"I don't know who he is, Bruce, I swear it…" she whispered frantically, face buried in his chest, clinging to him.

"Hey, hey. It's alright. Shhh. I'm here and I'm not going anywhere" he soothed.

"…dream…not real…alone…" she mumbled her fears.

At this Bruce angled back, cupped Chase's chin and guided her to look at him, "Hey, what did I say about all that?"

"That this is a dream…"

"But?" he prompted.

"But it's a dream that's grounded firmly in reality."

"And don't you forget it. And if you do, this…" he lifted Chase left hand from his shoulder to show her the engagement ring that he had put there a week ago, "…should remind you of that. Not to mention what you mean to me. If I have to fight for you, Chase Meridian, then I will. Without a second's hesitation."

As her fears were evaporated by the warmth was rapidly filling her entire body from Bruce's words, Chase smiled at the man that she loved.

Bruce smiled back before sealing his vow with a kiss.

Drawing back when the kiss was finished, Chase let go of him and stepped back.

"Come on then, it shouldn't take us long to get all this cleaned up"

For the next fifteen minutes they worked in silence; sweeping up and deposing the glass shards and hanging the blanket over the window frame.

They were soon snuggled up in bed.

Bruce stifled a wide yawn as he settled in, more than ready for the night's rest.

But Chase, it seemed, hadn't forgotten that their love making had been disrupted by their "guest", evidenced by the fact that her fingers were making a slow and lazy path towards the waistband of his tracksuit pants. When she reached her destination, she slipped a hand beneath the material to stroke his shaft until he was cocked, locked and ready to rock.

"You're a minx, you know that?" he questioned as she hooked her thumbs in the waistband and removed his pants.

Chase laughed she peeled off his black Tee before returning to his waiting body, "Know it, own it, love it."

"And I'm glad of that," he huskily replied before he captured her lips, his tongue sweeping in to claim her mouth.

A passionate fervour soon grew between them as with lips and hands they brought each other to the brink of release. Again Bruce lifted her hips with his hands as she helped to guide his cock to her entrance. Pausing for a moment, he eased his shaft in until he was fully sheathed inside of her. Both of them released a contented sigh at the intimate contact, feeling that they were both where they belonged. Bruce began to move, Chase meeting his every thrust in the age old pleasure motion.

His thrusts were slow at first, until Chase wrapped her legs around him, allowing him to penetrate deeper into her. Answering her silent request, he upped the pace.

"Ohh… Bruce… I… I'm…"

Chase was close. Bruce could read it through the arch of her back, the scraping of her fingers down his back and the way she had buried her face in the crook of his neck.

"That's it. Let it go, Chase. Come for me."

That was all she needed to hear, Chase cried out as she reached her peak. Bruce groaned her contractions massaged his cock deep within her body, bringing him all the more closer to his own release. Timing his thrusts to the aftershocks of her climax, he thrust into her a couple more times before burying himself deep within her, groaning as he released his seed into her womb.

The couple rested in each others arms for a few minutes before Bruce drew back. Or at least, tried to, because the moment that he made a move Chase responded by tightening her hold on him, "…stay…"

"I'll squash you" he protested.

"Then I'll die happy," she reasoned sleepily and Bruce chuckled.

Going about it in another way, Bruce gathered Chase up in his arms and rolled them both over. As he did so, his soft cock slipped from her body and Chase made a slight sound of protest. Kissing her temple in response, he fished for the sheets and blankets and pulled them up over their bodies.

Settling back with Chase, Bruce's eyes grew heavy.

Bruce glanced to the clock beside him. It read five past one.

It was now Christmas day.

Chase shifted against him then and Bruce smiled. He couldn't have asked for a better Christmas present.

Closing his eyes, Bruce dozed off.

Songs Used;

"Innocence" by Avril Lavigne

TBC…