Keira stared down at Gotham city. The brightness of the city contrasted well against the darkness of the night. It had been six years that she had even been remotely close to Gotham, besides when she was here last week to sign the documents regarding her penthouse, but even then she was here for less than twenty-four hours.

She vowed that she would return to her homeland but she didn't realize it would be this soon. She thought that she would be returning when she was in her mid-thirties. When she was settled down and married in California and had a good career and visited Gotham whenever she had time to go on a vacation. Instead, she was moving back when she was only twenty-four and instead of a solid career, she was just hired by Commissioner Gordon, as a psychiatric consultant for the criminals of Gotham.

Keira had a gift when it came to people. Instantly, she could read their body language, she could tell when a person was lying or telling the truth, it didn't matter who it was. She was able to understand the human nature like nobody else could even dream of. However, when it came to feelings of affection that were generated towards her, she was clueless.

Her thoughts drifted as she gazed at Gotham from her view on the plane. Despite how dangerous Gotham maybe, there are good sides to Gotham. Gotham was one of those city's that captured you're soul; it might have been that she was born there, but she knew that she would always come home to Gotham.

Keira had finally at Gotham International and instantly could feel the coldness of the city as it was close to January. She had begun to miss the sunny rays of California. With only a backpack as her luggage she began the walk to her new apartment.

Everything looked the same to Keira. Oddly, it feels as if she had never left. As she walked down the streets to her new apartment in the heart of the city, she recognized the shops and restaurants that are still up and running and also see some that were not so lucky to stay open in the time that she had been gone.

Her apartment was only 20 blocks away from the airport and hopefully the movers had installed all of her furniture, or more so the lack of furniture. Keira had only wanted to keep her mattress, wardrobe, and couch from her home in Calabasas, California. Evidently, she needed to get new furniture and appliances before the brutal winter.

Keira had finally reached her apartment; the evening chill had begun to sink in. Her body would need some extra time to adjust to the different climate of Gotham compared to California, she thought. She took the small elevator up to the fifteenth floor of the building, the penthouse. The apartment building was one of the many owned by Wayne Enterprises.

Ah, Bruce Wayne, the kid who lost his parents when he was in fourth grade. She had that in common with him. Her parents were killed in a fire when she was only nine. He was only a year older than Keira but she could hardly remember anything about him, and that never happens. He seemed to have faded away once his parents were murdered. Rumor is he is a massive rich playboy now, probably his way of dealing with things, hiding behind the wealth and luxuries that the modern world had granted him. Keira pulled her keys out from her backpack and could immediately feel the warmth radiating from her room as she opened her door.

Keira saw the panoramic windows that encompassed her whole apartment. God, how she loved those. The living room was shared with the kitchen and on the opposite side of the apartment were two large bedrooms, the master bed being huge actually. The penthouse was very modern even with the lack of furniture. Keira trudged to her bedroom, in sheer delight when she saw her mattress on the bare floor with blankets on it. Kiera peeled off her multiple jackets and slid into bed, not caring that she was still somewhat fully dressed.

Today would be the first day on the job for Keira. She hadn't seen Commissioner Gordon is years and she was glad that she was working with him. Technically, Keira didn't have a boss, in a sense she didn't have an actual job. Keira was just a consultant for the Gotham City Police Department acquiring the criminals of Gotham. In a way, Keira predicted what the criminal would do next in order to help the police. She was just glad she was working with Gordon; of all the people in Gotham she was glad that she would see him every day of the week.

Keira looked in her closet, happy to find that her clothes from her prior visit to Gotham last week are still there. She was able to find black dress pants and a short pale blue V-neck along with classic black heels. Keira glanced in the mirror, her long dark hair flowed down her back in soft waves and her light green eyes glowed against her clear tan complexion. She definitely looked like she was from California and a model at that. Keira showed no sign of makeup, in fact she was slightly against it.

Keira was unaware of her rare exotic beauty as she walked down the streets of Gotham. She had only had two serious relationships, all of which she had ended. Keira was clueless when it came to men and relationships. Not that she didn't know how to flirt, but when it came to a man that she actually liked, she had no idea what she was doing, even with her gift of understanding peoples actions and body language.

Gotham Police department was full of criminals. The cops were busy this entire week and it was definitely showing on Gordon. He was glad that he could see Keira again after all this time. She was part of his family; after all he and his family are the only ones she has left after her parents died. He stared at the paper on his desk, stacks of information about the Falcone crimes and new evidence regarding the Joker case. These wackjobs will not let up, he thought, especially with the increased attempts of breakouts at Arkham. Gordon was very appreciative that he had Batman on his side during all of this. Not to mention Dent definitely helped. Gordon glanced at his watch. He was to meet Keira at Gotham Square for lunch in thirty minutes.

"Cohen, I'm heading out for coffee, make sure the evidence on Joker gets looked at and recorded. I should be back in an hour or so." Gordon called to Eric Cohen, one of the detectives of MCU. Eric just nodded his head as he sucked on his usual lollipop.

"Got it, boss."

Gordon pulled his trench coat tighter as he walked down the steps of the station and towards Gotham Square. He glanced around at the people surrounding him. His thoughts drifted to Kiera and her parents. It was tragic really. He remembered it all too well. It was late in February, February 17th to be exact. It was past midnight, Keira's parents, Elena and Alexander Amori, were at home sleeping when their home was set ablaze. Gordon was only a lieutenant at the time and he was just about to finish his duty when he received the alert. Gordon and his men arrived at the home of the Amori's, or what was left of it. The mansion was lit up in flames; barely any of the home could be seen under the fire. It was one of the largest fires Gordon had ever witnessed, and he had seen a lot of fires before.

"Where's the child?" Gordon demanded. He hated not being able to do something about the situation. All he could do was wait for the fire department to tame the fire.

"In the ambulance, EMP's treating her." Replied Cornwell, a detective at the time.

Gordon walked over to the ambulance; his face fell at what he saw. Sitting on the back of the truck was a young girl, black ash covering her body and bright red flesh could be seen on her arms and legs, no doubt burns from escaping the fire. He noticed she didn't even blink when he approached and sat next to her. She was staring at the road, her eyes showed no emotion, as if she was numb, tears stained her ashen cheeks.

The girl looked no older than ten, albeit she was tall for her age. Gordon took off his jacket, he knew the girl must have been cold, it was February in Gotham. He draped the grey corduroy jacket the girl's shoulders and didn't say anything as the EMP finished bandaging the burns.

"She hasn't talked at all." The EMP said suddenly as he finished with the bandages. They both glanced at the young girl.

"I wouldn't be either if I was her. " Gordon finally said, sadness filling his voice. He felt so sorry for the girl, not pity, just sorry that she had to watch her parents die like this.

"I'm taking her back to the station, she shouldn't be here anymore." Gordon stated, determination clear in his voice. The EMP only nodded his head.

"She could be in shock, I would take it easy with her. Keep her away from anything that even remotely looks like fire, it might trigger something. Is there any idea how it started? The fire that is."

`"No, I'll have my men do an investigation, but I'm afraid that if they don't find anything then we can't prolong the investigation. Good job, sir." Gordon tilted his head to the girl. He realized he still didn't know her name. Gordon walked over and crouched down so he was level with her.

"Hey sweetie, I'm Jim, mind telling me your name?" The girl just stared at Gordon with her green eyes.

"I'm here to help. I'm Lieutenant Jim Gordon of Gotham police department."

"Keira." She finally said, showing a perfect set of white teeth. Jim couldn't help but smile.

"Keira, that's such a pretty name. Do you want to get some hot chocolate at the police station with me?" Kiera nodded as her reply. The two left hand in hand back to the station.

Jim remembered it like it was yesterday. He could still see the raw emotion that was evident in the girl's eyes but now he was looking into the same eyes but with instead with happiness in them.

Keira and Jim were seated at a café across from the square. Both didn't know what to say when they sat down. Keira broke the silence.

"I can't believe I'm back." She said trailing off. "It feels as if I never had left. I can still remember where everything is and every detail about it."

"I can't believe you're back. You've grown so much since I've last seen you. Which was when? Decades ago?"

"I believe it has actually been six and I am six foot now so…" Keira said with a grin. She literally could light up the world with her smile. "So, about the job… Is there anything that might surprise me before I start?" She continued. Gordon widened his eyes as he finished his sip of coffee.

"Mhh, how could I forget, the Batman. We partially work with him, well at least my force does. I'm the only one who sees him and talks to him; however, you'll be with me tonight when we meet with him." Gordon said, hoping she wouldn't freak out, but knowing Keira, she never backs down from anything. Keira stared blankly at Gordon.

"The Batman?" She said in surprise. "I remember reading about it in an article when I was still in school but I didn't know it was actually real… "

"The Batman has done a lot to help Gotham, you might be surprised, but once you realize what he's done… I can't even thank him enough times. It strange though, he's putting his life on the line almost every night and doesn't even want anything back, it makes me wonder who is under the suit." Gordon held his coffee cup as he looked out through the window; Keira was mixing her hot chocolate deep in thought.

"Probably someone with a past and a vengeance, no one dresses up as a bat and fights crime for fun Jim, there must be something psychologically wrong."

"Maybe, I guess with your talents we shall see tonight."

Gordon placed a twenty on the table as the two finished their drinks and pastries. They quietly left the coffee shop and walked around Gotham Square. The weather was perfect, it was sunny yet cold. Not a cloud in the sky.

"So, the cops are working with the Batman… Isn't that illegal?" Keira smirked as they stopped at the fountain in the middle of the square. The fountain was donated to Gotham by Thomas and Martha Wayne.

"Yes… It is illegal, but it's just MCU working with him, or more like me working with him. We need him, the criminals we have to handle…. They're too much for average cops."

Keira nodded her head in agreement.

"Keira, this is going to be very dangerous. You're going to be wanted dead by many people."

"I can handle it Jim, you'd be surprised of what I'm capable of."

Gordon gave her a look. She needed to know how dangerous working for Gotham will be. And he didn't want to see someone he saw as his own daughter get hurt because of the job.

They continued to walk around the square.

"How's Barbara? Is she still in college?

"Yeah, she's at Penn State. She's doing good. I talked to her last night, I told her u were moving back. She's glad that you are. She said she'll visit soon to see you." Keira smiled. Barbara was her closest friend. Ever since her parents deaths they have been best friends. But they lost touch once Keira moved away to California.

"That's good. I miss her."

"Yeah, me too. I gotta get back to the station. But I'll see you tonight back at MCU. I'll give you the files then." The two hugged before they departed.

Keira stayed at the square looking at the fountain. She didn't want to go to her apartment. She thought about last night, she didn't have the usual nightmare. That was the first time in six years. She thought that it was because she was back in Gotham. That it gave her some sort of peace. Gotham dis put her dreams at ease, but only for that night. Little did she know that she would be far from peace.

"Gordon." A deep throaty voice sounded from behind Jim and Kiera. They were looking down at Gotham from the top of MCU. They both turned around. Gordon glanced at Keira, unsure at her response at seeing batman right in front of her. Majority of people would shy away and show some form of fear, except she was calm, it seemed as if she was actually curious about him. Keira was always different one.

Keira wasn't very intimidated. She realized batman was a scary figure, especially with the all black armor that enhanced his muscles, but she was more curious about the man behind the mask. Keira held Batman's gaze, not at all frightened by the white lenses that seemed to hide his every expression.

Gordon turned back to Batman. He was surprised that Batman was staring back at Keira. Gordon cleared his throat.

"We got new evidence on Joker. We have prints but there's no match in our database."

"I know." Replied the gruff voice. Batman glanced at Keira.

"Uh, batman this is Keira Amori. Keira, Batman. She's a Gotham native, she'll be a great help with our cases." Batman only nodded his head, besides that he didn't give Keira any other recognition.

"The joker is planning something. Something big. The crimes have been down and Gotham is quiet, for now. I'll continue the research; however I suggest you take a break for the time being. At least before jokers plan takes action."

Batman looked at Keira through white lenses.

"You should know what you're getting yourself into," he continued," joker is a pure maniac. He doesn't have a filter with anything he does. He won't stop at anything. He's smarter than many thi-"

"I know." Keira interrupted. Her tender voice showed strong confidence

"I read up on the joker, I've researched all of his previous attacks. I can predict what he'll do next. He may not have a strategy but he's out for something. He's out for you. He's not doing it for vengeance, however, more for the fun of it, if you will. He'll have a system of attracts. He will be the distraction when meanwhile something larger is going on elsewhere, most likely to distract you and to engage your thoughts elsewhere. He'll predict your move and turn it into his own advantage. The only way to defeat him in some manner is to obviously do what he thinks you won't. Which means you'll have to go against your instincts."

Batman was dumbfounded by her knowledge of the joker, and of him, of course he didn't show it though. He kept the hardened face. He was in awe at how she caught the joker spot on without meeting him and just from the field reports.

Gordon was shocked. He stood next to Keira in a stupor. He knew Keira was gifted but this topped his previous thoughts.

"Precisely, I will be in contact with both of you relatively soon. I'll keep you both updated."

And with that he left.

"That was interesting." Gordon said as he turned off the light on top of MCU. The walked downstairs and back to the main office.

"He's very interesting to say the least."

"Interesting? What man dresses up as a bat and fights crime in one of the most dangerous cities of the world?"

"Obviously he has issues, Jim."

"Alright, enough of the bat. Do u need a ride to your place?" Jim held the door open to the station.

"I'm alright, thanks though. I'm fine with walking."

The new coworkers departed their ways down the streets of Gotham. Batman could see Keira walk to her apartment from his spot on one of the many rooftops on Gotham. He realized she lived in one of the new Wayne enterprises buildings.

Bruce finished patrol around 4 in the morning. He knew he should go to bed but his mind awake. Joker was out there planning something disastrous. Plus, there's was the new girl who seemed to know Joker like the back of her hand. Keira Amori.

Bruce sat before the large computer screen. It showed the profile of Keira Amori. Bruce read her stats. She graduated from UCLA with a masters in psychology, she got a full scholarship there for volleyball, but she was also offered scholarships in soccer and crew. Next came pictures, mainly they were from high school. Pictures of Keira playing volleyball and soccer and pictures of the awards that she won along with her at school functions and dances. Keira was the epitome of an achiever.

"Hmm, she seems like quite the catch, Master Bruce. Although she does look a bit young. " Alfred said as he peered at the screen. Bruce was unaware that Alfred had entered the cave.

"These pictures are six years old, Alfred."

"May I ask who it is, sir?"

"Keira Amori."

"Amori? I remember that name. Their death is quite tragic really."

"Her parents?" Bruce scrolled down and finally reached the part about the death of her parents.

"House fire, I believe. They never did find out how the fire started. I remember your father talking about it a few weeks before-

"Before he died." Bruce finished. Bruce continued to read the article. He felt oddly intoxicated by the girl. She really did have a gift. Bruce read her file over and over again, knowing every aspect of her personal life. After her parents died, Keira stayed in multiple foster homes. She was granted with a large sum of money that her parents left for her, nearly as much as Bruce was left with. He was sure her wealth doubled if not tripled by now. She was very popular in school, she graduated top in her class and had many friends, Barbara Gordon seemed to be her best friend though.

Bruce relaxed back in his chair. He glanced at the clock, it was past six. He had spent two hours researching this girl.

Bruce removed his armor and trudged upstairs to his room to finally get some sleep.

Keira was playing solitaire at the station. She was bored out of her mind. It had been three weeks since her first encounter and she had only seen him briefly since then.

The crime rate had dropped. In fact there seemed to have been no crimes at all. The criminals of Gotham were in a hiatus for what seemed years.

The doors of MCU burst open as Christian, the mailman for the station, barged in with his mail cart. Christian was in his senior year of college, he was tall, dark hair and hazel eyes. If Keira was twenty again then she would have made an effort to see him as more than a friend.

Christian waltzed over to Keira's desk.

"Mail for you Madame Keira." Christian mocked in a British accent as he bowed before her, his outstretched arm holding an all-black envelope.

"Thank you, Sir Christian." Keira said as she curtsied. That's one of the things she liked about Christian, he always had a good sense of humor.

Keira read the outside of the envelope. To Miss. Keira Amori it read in fancy silver script as she sat back down at her desk.

Keira rolled her eyes and just ripped open the envelope.

You are formally invited to the Wayne Foundation's Annual Black Tie Affair

January 12, 2012

7 o'clock P.M. to midnight

Wayne Tower Ballroom

Keira raised her brows in surprise. She was invited to Bruce Wayne's party. Holy shit, she thought.

"Oh my God! Keira!" Kiera jumped when she suddenly heard Shelby's voice from behind her.

Shelby Moor was one of the detectives for MCU. She and Kiera had become good friends since Keira started hanging out at the station regularly. Shelby was definitely outspoken, whatever her opinion was, she said it. Keira and Shelby usually went out together; Shelby was the definition of a clubber. She was always the one to drag Keira into the night scene of Gotham.

"Keira, you have to go. Bruce fucking Wayne invited you. This is a once in a lifetime chance."

"Shelby, don't get your hopes up. I doubt I'll go. And anyway how would he know who I am? I've never met him before."

"Oh, you're going. I'm sure he heard of you or something. Once people start talking things spread fast."

Keira read the invitation over and over again. Unable to down the fact the she was invited to one of the Wayne's infamous galas. It's not like she wasn't used to going to celebrities parties. That's all that she ever went to back in California. But she was in Gotham now. This just seemed strange to her.

"Shelby, I don't have anything to wear." Keira started.

"Which is a good thing since you're rich. So... I know what we're doing went I get off." She sang, she glanced at her watch. "Which is in approximately 10minutes!"

Keira rolled her eyes.

"I'll ask Gordon if you can leave now. You're actually starting to make me want to go..." She gave Keira a dumbfounded look.

"Well, duh. You'd be a complete fucking idiot if you didn't go. It's Bruce Wayne for crying out loud." She said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world,

Right, Bruce Wayne.